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. He finally made his way to a side aisle and into the confessional. A priest had been observing the drunks pitiable progress. Figuring the fellow was in need of some help, he proceeded to enter his side of the confessional. His attention was rewarded only by a lengthy silence. Finally, the priest asked firmly and kindly, My son, may i help you??? I dont know, came the energy-less drunks voice from behind the partition. Do you have any toilet paper on your side?
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 06:31:14 +0000
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