The Pope does!

A man who smelled like a distillery flopped on a subway seat next to a priest.

The man's tie was stained, his face wasplastered with red lipstick, and a half-empty bottle of gin wassticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaperand began reading. After a few minutes the disheveled guy turnedto the priest and asked, "Say, Father, what causes arthritis? ""My son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wickedwomen, 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 andapologized. "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. "