A drunk man who smelled like rum sat down on a subway seat
next to a priest. The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered
with red lipstick, and a half bottle of Bacardi sticking out of his
torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading.

After a few minutes, the man turned to the priest and asked, "Say,
Father, d'ya know what causes arthritis?"

"Yes, my son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked
women, drinking too much alcohol, having contempt for your fellow
men, sleeping around with prostitutes, lack of bath, and things like that..."

"Well, I'll be," the drunk muttered returning to his paper.

The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and
apologized saying: "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so
strongly. How long have you had arthritis?"

"I don't have it, Father. I was just readin' here that the George Bush does..."