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A drunk man who smelled of
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"
:laughing smile::laughing smile::laughing smile:
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"
:laughing smile::laughing smile::laughing smile: