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A drunk man who smelled like rum 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 bottle of Bacardi 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, d'yaknow what causes arthritis?"
"Yes, my son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, drinking too much alcohol, having contempt for your fellow men, sleeping around with prostitutes, lack of bath, and things like that...'
"Well, I'll be darn, the drunk muttered returning to his paper."
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized saying: "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strongly. How long have you had arthritis?"
"I don't have it, Father. I was just readin' here that the Pope does
After a few minutes, the man turned to the priest and asked, "Say, Father, d'yaknow what causes arthritis?"
"Yes, my son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, drinking too much alcohol, having contempt for your fellow men, sleeping around with prostitutes, lack of bath, and things like that...'
"Well, I'll be darn, the drunk muttered returning to his paper."
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized saying: "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strongly. How long have you had arthritis?"
"I don't have it, Father. I was just readin' here that the Pope does