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?"
"My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked
women, too much alcohol and a contempt for your fellow man."
"Well, I'll be darned," the drunk muttered, returning 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?"
"I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does."
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?"
"My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked
women, too much alcohol and a contempt for your fellow man."
"Well, I'll be darned," the drunk muttered, returning 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?"
"I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does."
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