HOLY HUMOUR
Arthritis
A man smelling of booze and cigarettes sat down on a subway next to a priest. His tie was stained, there was red lipstick on his collar and face 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,
“Tell me Father, do you happen to know what causes arthritis?”
The priest replies, “My son, it’s caused by loose living, consorting 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, “Well, I’ll be damned”, 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 man answered, “I don’t have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope suffers from it.”
Sunday Quote.
Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive. – Elbert Hubbard
SUNDAY JOKE
Built to available funds.
A man died and went to heaven. He was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter who led him down the golden streets.
They passed stately homes and beautiful mansions until they came to the end of the street where they stopped in front of a rundown cabin.
The man asked St. Peter why he got a hut when there were so many mansions he could live in. St. Peter replied, “I did the best with the money you sent us.”
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