A man who smelled like a distillery flopped 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 disheveled guy turned to the priest and asked, „Say, Father, what causes arthritis?““Mister, it’s caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, and a contempt for your fellow man.““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.“
