A Catholic priest was riding on a train. A drunken man with a lipstick mark on his cheek stumbled in carrying a newspaper and reeking of cheap cigar smoke. He sat down next to the priest.
The drunk glanced up and asked “Father, what causes arthritis?”
The priest snapped “Too much drinking, smoking, and cavorting with loose women!”
The drunk man raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
A few minutes later, the priest felt bad about snapping at the drunk and said “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I didn’t mean to make light of your arthritis.”
The drunk said… “It’s not me, Father. I just read the Pope has it.
The drunk glanced up and asked “Father, what causes arthritis?”
The priest snapped “Too much drinking, smoking, and cavorting with loose women!”
The drunk man raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
A few minutes later, the priest felt bad about snapping at the drunk and said “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I didn’t mean to make light of your arthritis.”
The drunk said… “It’s not me, Father. I just read the Pope has it.
A Catholic priest was riding on a train. A drunken man with a lipstick mark on his cheek stumbled in carrying a newspaper and reeking of cheap cigar smoke. He sat down next to the priest.
The drunk glanced up and asked “Father, what causes arthritis?”
The priest snapped “Too much drinking, smoking, and cavorting with loose women!”
The drunk man raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
A few minutes later, the priest felt bad about snapping at the drunk and said “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I didn’t mean to make light of your arthritis.”
The drunk said… “It’s not me, Father. I just read the Pope has it.
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