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 and a contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around
with prostitutes and lack of a 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 had arthritis?" The
drunk answered, "I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the
Pope does
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