The Gibster
Expert Expediter
It was the young priest's very first confessional. He sat in the booth nerviously, waiting for someone to come in and release their burdens.
After awhile the young priest heard someone enter the booth beside him. Immediately he could tell the confessor was a street bum, he smelled of alcohol and dirty clothes. The priest didn't let that sway his love for the confessor, and sat quietly waiting for the man to speak.
A minute went by. Then 2, and three. The priest waited patiently thinking, he's gathering his thoughts . . .he's deep in thought.
Another couple of minutes went by. The priest thought he would give the confessor a little reminder to get the confession underway.
The young priest reached up and knocked on the wall between the booths.
The rough voice on the other side said, "Sorry, I can't help you buddy. There's no toilet paper over here, either!"
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After awhile the young priest heard someone enter the booth beside him. Immediately he could tell the confessor was a street bum, he smelled of alcohol and dirty clothes. The priest didn't let that sway his love for the confessor, and sat quietly waiting for the man to speak.
A minute went by. Then 2, and three. The priest waited patiently thinking, he's gathering his thoughts . . .he's deep in thought.
Another couple of minutes went by. The priest thought he would give the confessor a little reminder to get the confession underway.
The young priest reached up and knocked on the wall between the booths.
The rough voice on the other side said, "Sorry, I can't help you buddy. There's no toilet paper over here, either!"
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