IntruderLS1
Active Member
A drunk man who smelled like whiskey sat down on a bench in a subway
station, next to a priest. The man's tie was stained, his face was
plastered with red lipstick, and a half empty bottle of Jim Beam 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 your 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."
station, next to a priest. The man's tie was stained, his face was
plastered with red lipstick, and a half empty bottle of Jim Beam 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 your 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."
