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 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.”