Priest taken

A drunk man who smelled like 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," Say, Father, what causes
arthritis?"

"My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women,
too much alcohol, a contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with
prostitutes and lack of bath." "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."