Porridge

An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman joined a silent order of monks who had porridge for breakfast every morning. If a monk was really desperate to say something every three years he was allowed to speak one sentence, so after three years The Englishman applied for permission to speak. This was granted and he said with great passion and feeling 'I HATE PORRIDGE!'
After three more years The Scotsman applied for permission to speak and this request too was granted.
'I HATE PORRIDGE!' shouted The Scotsman. After three more years. The Irishman applied for permission to speak and after much deliberation his request was granted.
'I'm leaving,' said The Irishman. 'I can't stand this non-stop complaining about porridge.'