Friday, April 27, 2007

Holy Athritis

A drunk, who smelled of 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, "Tell me, Father, what causes arthritis?" The priest replied, "My Son, it is caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping with prostitutes, and lack of personal hygiene."The drunk muttered in response, "Well, I'll be darned," and returned to his paper. The priest, thinking about what he had said, gently put his hand on the man's arm to apologize, "I'm sorry.... I should not have been so harsh. How long have you had arthritis?""I don't have arthritis, Father," the drunk replied. "I was just reading here that the Pope does. "