A drunk, staggering down main street, somehow
manages to make it into a cathedral.
A priest watched him, as he crashed from pew to
pew, finally making his way into the confessional.
The priest, thinking the man needs his assistance,
proceeds to his side of the confessional.
His attention was rewarded with a lengthy silence,
followed by bodily gas being released.
The priest, battling extreme stench, finally asks...
"may I help you, my son?"
"Dunno"...came a slurred voice from the other side
..."you got any toilet paper?"