LadyFish
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A drunken man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway seat next to a priest. The mans 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?
My son, its caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol and a contempt for your fellow man, the priest said.
Well, Ill be damned, the drunk muttered, returning to his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized.
Im very sorry. I didnt mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?
I dont have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does, the man said.
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He opened his newspaper and began reading.
After a few minutes, the man turned to the priest and asked, Say, Father, what causes arthritis?
My son, its caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol and a contempt for your fellow man, the priest said.
Well, Ill be damned, the drunk muttered, returning to his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized.
Im very sorry. I didnt mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?
I dont have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does, the man said.
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