bums and the lord
A man, who smelled like a distillery, flopped 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 gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He
opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few minutes
the disheveled man turned to the priest and said, "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
have you had arthritis?" "I don't have
it, Father. I was just reading that the Pope does."
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