Subway Priest

A drunk man who smelled like a beer sat down on a subway seat next to a priest.

The man's tie was stained, his face was smeared with red lipstick, and a half empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began to read. 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 comtempt for your fellow man.

- Well I'll be darned - the drunk muttered, returning to his newspaper.

The priest thinking about what he said, nudged the drunk and apologised:

- I'm sorry 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.