A priest was hearing confessions as usual, until he heard on one
side of the confessional, loud stumbling noises and a crash.
Quickly finishing with the woman on the other side, he turned his head and
opened the sliding window.
A rank, booze-laden smell slapped him
across the face, and he choked out words,
"What in the name of GOD?..."
A voice from the other side of the window gave off a long, slow groan.
Now the booth is flooded with another, even more foul odor!
"Who in the blazes is THAT?" bellowed the priest, completely out of
patience by now.
"Oh, Father Murphy, it's O'Brien. Thank heavens you're there. (hic)
Tell me Father, is there any paper on your side?"