| 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 empty 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?" "Mister, 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 did you have arthritis?" "I don`t have it father. I was just reading here that the Pope does. |