[FONT=arial, helvetica, sans-serif] A drunken 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.[/FONT] [FONT=arial, helvetica, sans-serif] After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked, 'Say Father, what causes arthritis?'[/FONT] [FONT=arial, helvetica, sans-serif] The priest replies, 'My son, it's caused by loose living, being with wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around, and lack of a bath.'[/FONT] [FONT=arial, helvetica, sans-serif] The drunk muttered in response, 'Well, I'll be damned,' then returned to his paper.[/FONT] [FONT=arial, helvetica, sans-serif] 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?'[/FONT] [FONT=arial, helvetica, sans-serif] The drunk answered, 'I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.[/FONT] [FONT=arial, helvetica, sans-serif] MORAL: Make sure you understand the question before offering the answer.[/FONT]
