fizler
15th July 2001, 14:50
A drunk was staggering down the main street of town. Somehow he managed to
make it up the stairs to the cathedral and into the building, where he
crashed from pew to pew, finally making his way to a side aisle and into a
confessional.
A priest had been observing the man's sorry progress and figuring the fellow
was in need of some assistance, proceeded to enter his side of the
confessional. But his attention was rewarded only by a lengthy silence.
Finally he asked, "May I help you, my son?"
"I dunno," came the drunk's voice from behind the partition. "You got any
toilet paper on your side?"
make it up the stairs to the cathedral and into the building, where he
crashed from pew to pew, finally making his way to a side aisle and into a
confessional.
A priest had been observing the man's sorry progress and figuring the fellow
was in need of some assistance, proceeded to enter his side of the
confessional. But his attention was rewarded only by a lengthy silence.
Finally he asked, "May I help you, my son?"
"I dunno," came the drunk's voice from behind the partition. "You got any
toilet paper on your side?"