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January 2011: At Wit’s End

Ready to confess?

An alcoholic goes into the confessional box after years of being away from the church.

There’s a fully equipped bar with Irish stout on tap. On the other wall is a dazzling array of the finest cigars and chocolates.

Then the priest comes in. “Father, forgive me, for it’s been a very long time since I’ve been to confession, but I must first admit that the confessional box is much more inviting than it used to be.”

The priest replies: “Get out. You’re on my side.”

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