A drunk man who smelled like beer 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 a few
>> minutes, the man turned to the priest and asked, "Say
>> Father, what causes arthritis?"
>>
>> The priest replies, "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 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."