A drunk man who smelled like booze sat down on a subway 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 afew 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 and a contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of bath."
The drunk muttered in response,
"Well, I'll be damned," 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 hadarthritis?"The drunk answered, "I don't have it, Father.
I was just reading here that the Pope does.
