Courtesy of "toothless Jimmy", at the pub last night:
A hungry traveller stops at a monastery and is taken to the kitchens. A brother is frying chips. 'Are you the friar?' he asks. 'No. I'm the chip monk,' he replies.
Dear Slappy,
I find myself, surprisingly, missing you. A penguin of my beauty and status has had to reject many a male penguin who have been way too forward with me, and I do not know why, but you do not fall into the category of never being called by me again.
There is something about you Slappy; it might be your height, or your attractive flippers, I don’t know, but I write you this letter in hope that maybe we can get together again.
Yours Sincerely,
Glacie