You Don't Say
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 have
you had arthritis?"
"I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does."
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