A drunk man smelling of 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 booze was sticking out of his coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading.
After a while, the man turned to the priest and asked. "Say Father, what causes arthritis?"
The priest looked at him disdainfully but nevertheless replied, "My son, it's caused by loose living; being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of bathing."
The drunk muttered, "Well, I'll be darned," then returned to his paper.
A few minutes passed. The priest, thinking over what he had said, felt a little remorseful at his own words. He turned to 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 answered, "Oh, I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does."
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