The PopeA man who smelled like a distillery flopped 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 disheveled guy turned to the priest and asked: ``Say, Father, what causes arthritis?'' ``Mister, 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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