WindHarvester
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A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway 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?' The priest replies,
'My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too
much alcohol, contempt for his fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes
and lack of a bath.' The drunk muttered in response, 'Well, I'll be damned,'
Then returned 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?' The drunk answered, 'I don't have
it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.'
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?' The priest replies,
'My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too
much alcohol, contempt for his fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes
and lack of a bath.' The drunk muttered in response, 'Well, I'll be damned,'
Then returned 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?' The drunk answered, 'I don't have
it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.'
