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August 25, 2008
Misdiagnosed
Carol sends an oldie that's worth another go...
A drunk man who smelled like a distillery sat down next to a priest in a subway car. The man's tie was stained, his face was smeared 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 replied, 'My son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for yourself and the lack of a bath.'
The drunk muttered in response, 'Well, I'll be damned.' He resumed reading his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. 'I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to be so uncharitable. How long have you had arthritis?'
The drunk answered, 'I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.'
Posted by joke du jour at August 25, 2008 06:17 PM
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