From: amheater@BYE.SAILORcogeco.ca   
      
   A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway 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?'   
      
   The priest replies, 'My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap,   
   wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for his fellow man, sleeping around   
   with prostitutes and lack of a bath.'   
      
   The drunk muttered in response, 'Well, I'll be damned,' Then returned 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?'   
      
   The drunk answered, 'I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that   
   the Pope does.'   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)