A drunk, smelling of alcohol, sat down on the subway next to a priest. The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with lipstick and a
half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading.
After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked 'Say Father, do you know what causes arthritis?'
The priest replied 'My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man,
sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of a bath.'
The drunk muttered in response, 'Well, I'll be damned, ' Then returned to his newspaper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologised. 'I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong. How
long have you had arthritis?'
The drunk answered, 'I don't have it, Father.