A drunk Man sits down on a subway train next to a catholic priest. The man wreaked of a stale beer and cigarette smoke, his tie was stained with and his shirt filthy, his face plastered with red lipstick, and a half empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket.
The man 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, obviously bothered by man’s foul stench and abhorrent behavior, sternly replies, “My Son, it is 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 man looked up for a second, muttered in response, “Hmm…well, I’ll be damned,” the returned to his paper.
The priest, beginning to think he may have been a bit harsh, 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 man answered, “Oh I don’t have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.”