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 of
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."
"Well, I'll be darned," the drunk muttered. He returned to
reading his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he 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, but I
just read in the paper that the Pope does."
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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