A drunk staggers into church and wanders up the aisle
moaning to himself.
“Help me, help me, it’s bloody agony.”
Eventually, he makes it into the confessional and all goes
quiet. After a few minutes the priest decides he’d better find
out if everything is alright so he says, “May I help you my
“I don’t know” comes the reply, “it depends on whether you
have any paper in there.”