A drunken man, smelling of liquor, sat down on a subway bench 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 coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading.After a few minutes the man turned to the priest sitting next to him and asked, Ã¢â‚¬ËœSay Father, do you know what causes arthritis?'The priest replies, 'My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of a bath.'The drunk muttered in response, Ã¢â‚¬ËœWell, I'll be damned !Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ 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.'