A man who reeked of alcohol flopped 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 rum was sticking out of his ripped jacket pocket.
\nHe opened his newspaper and started reading. After a few minutes, the disheveled guy turned to the priest and asked “Say, Father, do you know what causes arthritis?”<\/p>\n
The priest, disgusted by the man’s appearance and behavior snapped “It’s caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, and a contempt for your fellow man!”
\n“Well, I’ll be,” the man muttered and returned to his newspaper.<\/p>\n
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized, [highlight type=”light”]”I’m sorry to have come on so strong[\/highlight] \u00a0– I didn’t mean it. How long have you been suffering from arthritis?”
\n“I don’t have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.”
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A man who reeked of alcohol flopped 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 rum was sticking out of his ripped jacket pocket. He opened his newspaper and started reading. After a few minutes, the disheveled … <\/p>\n