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A drunk man, who smelled like beer, sat down
on a subway seat next to a priest. The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with
red lipstick, and a half empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading. After a
few minutes, the man turned to the priest and asked, "Say, Father, what causes
arthritis?"
The priest replied, "My Son, it's
caused by loose living; being with cheap, wicked women; too much alcohol; contempt for
your fellow man; sleeping around with prostitutes; and lack of bathing."
The drunk muttered in response, "Well,
I'll be darned," then returned to his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had
said, nudged the man and apologized. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so
strong. How long have you had arthritis?"
The drunk answered, "I don't have it,
Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does."Â Â Â
