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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 - 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 did you have arthritis?

- I don't have it father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.

John was sitting outside his local pub one day, enjoying a quiet pint and generally feeling good about himself, when a nun suddenly appears at his table and starts decrying the evils of drink:

- You should be ashamed of yourself young man! Drinking is a Sin! Alcohol is the blood of the devil!

Now John gets pretty annoyed about this, and goes on the offensive:

- How do you know this, Sister?

- My Mother Superior told me so.

- But have you ever had a drink yourself? How can you be sure that what you are saying is right?

- Don't be ridiculous--of course I have never taken alcohol myself

- Then let me buy you a drink - if you still believe afterwards that it is evil I will give up drink for life

- How could I, a Nun, sit outside this public house drinking?!

- I'll get the barman to put it in a teacup for you, then no one will ever know.

The Nun reluctantly agrees, so John goes inside to the bar.

- Another pint for me, and a triple vodka on the rocks - then he lowers his voice and says to the barman:

- and could you put the vodka in a teacup?

- Oh no! It's not that Nun again is it?

A burglar has just made it into the house he's intending ransacking, and he's looking around for stuff to steal. All of a sudden, a little voice pipes up:

- I can see you, and so can Jesus!

Startled, the burglar looks around the room. No one there at all, so he goes back to his business.

- I can see you, and so can Jesus!

The burglar jumps again, and takes a longer look around the room. Over in the corner by the window, almost obscured by curtains, is a cage in which sits a parrot, who pipes up again:

- I can see you, and so can Jesus!

- So what - says the burglar:

- you're only a parrot!

To which the parrot replies:

- Maybe, but Jesus is a rottweiler!

A preacher is buying a parrot.

- Are you sure it doesn't scream, yell, or swear? - asked the preacher.

- Oh absolutely. It's a religious parrot - the storekeeper assures him.

"Do you see those strings on his legs? When you pull the right one, he recites the lord's prayer, and when you pull on the left he recites the 23rd Psalm."

- Wonderful! - says the preacher:

- but what happens if you pull both strings?

- I fall off my perch, you stupid fool! - screeched the parrot.

The Pope and Queen Elizabeth were standing on a balcony beaming at thousands of people in the forecourt below. The Queen says to the Pope out of the corner of her mouth:

- I bet you a tenner that I can make every English person in the crowd go wild with just a wave of my hand.

The Pope says:

- No way. You can't do that.

The Queen says:

- Watch this.

So the Queen waves her hand and every English person in the crowd goes crazy, waving their little plastic Union Jacks on sticks and cheering, basically going ballistic.

So the Pope is standing there thinking:

- Uh oh, what am I going to do? I never thought she'd be able to do it.

So he thinks to himself for a minute and then he turns to her and says:

- I bet you I can make every Irish person in the crowd go wild, not just now, but for the rest of the week, with just one nod of my head.

The Queen goes:

- No way, it can't be done.

So the Pope headbutts her.

How do you tell if you are in a gay church?
→ Only half the congregation is kneeling.

At the morning roll call at Fort Dix, the sergeant called out:

- Platoon, atten-HUT! Private Martinez, report to the office. Your brother died last night.

The Chaplain, Rabbi Horowitz, looked on in horror.

- Sergeant, that's a rather cruel and unfeeling way to break tragic news. We must be more gentle and less abrupt in the future - he said afterwards.

The sergeant shrugged:

- Yes sir. I'll try to remember that.

He didn't look very convinced.

Several days later, a call came in about another family death. As the troops were assembling for roll call, the Chaplain stepped forward.

- Let me take this one, sergeant - he said.

He turned toward the sleepy-looking soldiers and said:

- Platoon, atten-HUT !

They came to attention.

- Good morning, men! - he said.

- Good morning, sir - they replied.

- Men, today is Mother's Day, and I hope all of you will be calling home to send your moms a loving thought. In fact, all of you who are fortunate enough to still have a mother who's alive and well, take two steps forward. Private Jones; not so fast!

A golfer hit his drive on the first hole 300 yards right down the middle. When it came down, however, it hit a sprinkler and the ball went sideways into the woods. He was angry, but he went into the woods and hit a very hard 2 iron which hit a tree and bounced back straight at him. It hit him in the temple and killed him.

He was at the Pearly Gates and St. Peter looked at the big book and said:

- I see you were a golfer, is that correct?

- Yes, I am - he replied.

St Peter then said:

- Do you hit the ball a long way?

The golfer replied:

- You bet. After all, I got here in 2, didn't I?

When the old golfer died, Peter met him at the gates of heaven.

- Sorry, old man - Peter said - But I can't let you in. You see the big book here says you committed one unpardonable sin back in 1978 -- You took the Lord's name in vain during a golf game.

- Oh, yes. I'll never forget that one, and I'm terribly sorry Peter, but I can explain... - the old golfer blithered.

- Well - said Peter - You'll have to take it up with The Big Guy.

So Peter led the old golfer down a long golden hallway, to God's office:

- We've got another code 6 here, sir! Says he can explain...

- So - booms God - You've been taking my name in vain.

- Only once, your Almighty, Sir. But I can explain!

- OK. Try me - replied the Lord.

- Well you see sir, I was playing my best game of golf ever, and I made it to the 18th hole, and I'd win the tournament if I could just make par on this hole. I made my shot from the tee, and it was sailing beautifully, when suddenly the wind shifted, and took my ball off into the woods, and right behind this enormous oak tree...

- And that's when you took my name in vain?

- Oh, no, sir! I just took out my 6 iron and knocked that ball clear out of the woods with one swing! It was gliding beautifully toward the green, when suddenly it lost speed, and dropped into a sand trap, right smack in the middle of a deep hole...

- So, that is when you took my name in vain?

- No, not then. I just took out my nine, and with one swing, drove that ball right onto the green, and it rolled within two inches of the hole...

- Don't tell me you missed a goddamn two inch putt!

What do the Pope and the Giants have in common?
→ Both cram 30,000 fans in a stadium and end up saying JESUS CHRIST!!