| Subject: a sort of semi-funny blasphemous joke for all! |
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the jokester
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Date Posted: 22:48:12 09/16/02 Mon
A drunk man who smelled like beer 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 empty bottle of gin was
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,
what
causes arthritis?"
"My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with
cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol and a
contempt
for your fellow man, sleeping around with
prostitutes
and lack of bath."
"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".
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