ARTHRITIS?

A man who smelled like a distillery flopped on a barstool
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 disheveled guy turned to the priest and asked,
"Say, Father, what causes arthritis?"

"Mister, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap,
wicked women, too much alcohol, and a contempt for your
fellow man!"

"Well, I'll be damned," the drunk muttered, returning 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?"  "I don't have it,
Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does."