while staggering down the main street of town, a drunk somehow managed
to make it up a flight of stairs into the cathedral. there, he crashed
from pew to pew, eventually working his way to a side aisle and into a
confessional booth. a priest had been observing the mans sorry progress
and, figuring the fellow was in need of some assistance, entered his own
side of the confessional. but the priests attention was rewarded only by
a lengthy silence. finally, he asked, "may i help you, my son?"
"i dunno," came the drunks voice from behind the partition. "got any
paper on your side?"