Arthritis

A drunk man, who smelled like beer, sat down on a subway seat
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 replied, "My Son,
it's caused by loose living; being with cheap, wicked women; too much
alcohol; contempt for your fellow man; sleeping around with
prostitutes; and lack of bathing." The drunk muttered in response,
"Well, I'll be darned," 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."