A man once joined a monastery so strict, members were only able to utter two words every decade.
At the end of ten years, he went to the head friar and said, "Bed hard." He returned to his life of quiet contemplation.
At the end of twenty years, he approached the head friar and stated, "Food bad." He then resumed his silent introspection.
Finally, thirty years later, he confronted the head friar and said, "I quit."
The friar replied, "Well, I'm really not surprised. You've done NOTHING but complain since you got here!"