A drunk staggers into a Catholic Church, enters a confessional booth, sits down but says nothing. The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention but the drunk just sits there. Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the
wall. The drunk mumbles, "ain't no use knockin', there's no paper on this side either"
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"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle