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.”