Drunk man and the priest

A drunk was staggering down the main street of the 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 grunt followed by
a lengthy silence. Finally he asked, "May I help my son?"
"I dunno," came the drunk's voice from behind the partition. "You got
any toilet paper on your side?"

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