Macy
11/02/2002, 1:31 PM
> A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down 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 man turned to the priest and asked, "Say, Father,
> what causes arthritis?"
> "My Son, 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".
> 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?"
> "My Son, 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".