Jerry, smelling of strong drink, sat down on the subway next to a
priest.

Jerry'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 Jerry turned to the priest and asked, "Tell me
Father, what causes arthritis?"

The priest replied, "My Son, it is caused by loose living, being with
cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, a contempt for your fellow man,
sleeping around with prostitutes, and a lack of personal hygiene."

Jerry muttered in response, "Well, I'll be darned," and returned to
his paper.

The priest, thinking about what he had said, put his hand gently on
the man's arm and apologized. "I'm sorry. I should not have come on so
strong. How long have you had arthritis?"

"I don't have arthritis, Father," Jerry replied. "I was just reading
here that the Pope does."