05-26-2006, 06:24 AM
A drunk man who smelled like alcohol 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 top
coat pocket.
He opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few
minutes the man turned to the priest and asked,
"Say, Father, do you know what causes arthritis?"
The priest replied, "My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with
cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol and contempt for your fellow
man,sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of bath."
The drunk muttered in response, "Well, I'll be damned," then
returned to reading 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 my son?
The drunk answered, "I don't have it, Father. I was just reading
here that the Pope does."
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 top
coat pocket.
He opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few
minutes the man turned to the priest and asked,
"Say, Father, do you know what causes arthritis?"
The priest replied, "My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with
cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol and contempt for your fellow
man,sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of bath."
The drunk muttered in response, "Well, I'll be damned," then
returned to reading 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 my son?
The drunk answered, "I don't have it, Father. I was just reading
here that the Pope does."
