A man who smelled like a distillery, flopped on a
subway seat next to a priest. The man's tie was
stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick,and a
half bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat
pocket.
He opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few
minutes the disheveled guy turned to the priest and
asked, "Say,Father, what causes arthritis?"
"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 damned," 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."
~Obiwan~
