A drunken man, smelling of liquor and body odor entered the subway train, and sat down next to a Priest.
His tie was stained, his face was covered with blotches of lipstick, and a half bottle of gin was protruding from his torn coat pocket.
He pulled a news paper from under his coat, opened it, and began to read.
After a few minutes, he turned to the Priest, and asked, "Father ? What causes Arthritis ?"
The Priest replied, " My Son, it is caused by loose living, consorting with wicked women, habitual use of tobacco and alcohol, laying with prostitutes, and a lack of personal hygiene."
The drunk muttered, "You don't say." Then returned to his paper.
The Priest began to feel guilty about his outburst, so he nudged the drunk and said, " My Son, I'm very sorry I came on so strong. How long have you had your Arthritis ?"
The drunk replied, " I don't have Arthritis, but it says here that the Pope does."
