A drunk sat down on a subway next to a priest.. His tie was stained, his face was plastered with lipstick, and a half-empty bottle was sticking out of his torn coat pocket.
He opened his newspaper and began reading.
After a few minutes the man turned asked, "Say Father,what causes arthritis?"
The priest replied, "My Son, itís caused by loose living, being with wicked women, too much alcohol, contemptuous manners sleeping with prostitutes and lack of a bath."
The drunk muttered , "Well, Iíll be darned," Then returned to his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. "Iím very sorry. I didnít mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?"
The drunk answered, "I donít Father. I was just reading that the Pope does."