got on a bus one day. He sat down
next to a priest. The drunk's shirt was
stained, his face was full of bright red
lipstick and he had a half-empty bottle
of wine sticking out of his pocket. He
opened his newspaper and started
reading. A couple minutes later, he
asked the priest, ''Father, what causes
arthritis?''
''Mister, it's caused by loose living,
being with cheap, wicked women, too
much alcohol, and contempt for your
fellow man,'' the priest replied.
''Imagine that,'' the drunk muttered. He
returned to reading his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had
said, turned to the man and
apologized: ''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
come on so strong. How long have you
had arthritis?'' ''I don't have arthritis,
Father,'' the drunk said, ''but I just read
in the paper that the Pope does.''
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