A drunk that smelled like a brewery 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."
