Arthritis

[erection2015]

A drunk man who smelled of alcohol sat down on a
park bench 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 man turned to the priest and asked,"
Say, Father, what causes arthritis?"

"My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with
cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, a contempt for your
fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and
lack of bath."

"Well, I'll be damned," 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 here
that the Pope does."