Description: Drunk and a Priest
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 damned," the drunk muttered, returning to his
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?"
"I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the