A drunk man smelling of 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 replied, "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," and 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, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does."
3 comments:
I have a mild case of osteoarthritis. I don't smoke and neither do I drink. Do you think it's because I am religious like the Pope?
Ahhh, I see. You made a little typo. You meant to say, "The priest replied, "My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked BOYS, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with TRANSVESTITE-prostitutes and lack of a bath."
I stand corrected.
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