Sunday snicker

God

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.”

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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2 Responses to Sunday snicker

  1. Anon says:

    That was hilarious. We are so going to Hell. I’ll save you a spot.

  2. cruisin2 says:

    Anon,
    and if I go first I’ll save you a spot.

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