My own confessions ran dry four days ago. So these days I steal other people's through the wall instead. Much better entertainment.
Don't press your ear to that wall. It's cold.
What comes through a wall doesn't go in the record.
A man who's run out of confessions. Still got a few jokes left, though.
My own confessions ran dry four days ago. So these days I steal other people's through the wall instead. Much better entertainment.

The window here's no bigger than a hand, so I've memorized exactly how long it takes the sun to cross it. Went a little fast today.