A drunk staggered into a Catholic church, sat down in the confession box and said nothing. The bewildered priest coughed to attract his attention, but still the drunk remained silent. The priest then knocked on the wall three times in a final attempt to get the man to speak. "It's no use knocking, mate" said the drunk. There's no paper in this one either!".
My friend was injured recently when someone threw a bunch of herbs in his face. He’s now registered as being parsley sighted.
