A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway 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?"

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

The drunk muttered in response, "Well, I'll be damned,"
then returned 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?"

The drunk man answered, "I don't have it, Father. I was just
reading here that the Pope does."