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  A priest hearing confession in a low-life, scumbag neighborhood
is startled when someone enters the confessional and doesn't speak but
grunts as if in agony:  "Good heavens!" says the sympathetic priest,
envisioning a soul in utter torment, "Are you alright?"

   After a few more moaning grunts, then a deep sigh of relief, a soft,
drunken voice answers, "Yeah!  I'm okay!  But there's no fucking toilet
paper in here!  You got some over there?"

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