A drunk came from a bar at two o’clock in the morning and promptly walked into the nearest light post. Unable to see straight, he felt the post carefully with his hands and proceeded to walk all around it three or four times, examining all sides of the post with his hands. Finally, he slumped down on the curb and buried his head in his hands.

“It’s no use,” he sobbed. “I’m walled in.”

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