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
"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 damned," the drunk muttered
and 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 has it."