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A drunken man who smelled of alcohol sat down on a subway seat next toa priest. The man's face was plastered with red lipstick, and a bottle of ginpeeked from his coat pocket. He opened a partially torn newspaper and began reading. After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked, "Say,Father, what causes arthritis?" The priest sized up the drunk and replied, "My son, it's caused byloose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contemptfor your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of a bath." The drunk muttered in response, "Well, I'll be darned," and returnedto his paper. The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man andapologized. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have youhad arthritis?" "I don't, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does."