I have made several jokes, but this one is so bad, and my friends forbade I tell it, which means, it has to be told.
There was a monk living in a monastery in the Italian Alps. He worked hard recording bibles and studying the scripture. However, he had a blessing and a curse.
On one hand he was a talented jazz musician. Able to compose jazz songs that were amazing, rivaling the best composed hymns of all time.
On the other hand he was a compulsive kleptomaniac.
They called him;