A drunk that smelled like a brewery got on a bus one day. He sat down next to a priest.

The drunk's shirt was stained, his face had bright red lipstick on it, and he had a half empty bottle of wine sticking out of his pocket.

He opened his newspaper and started reading. A couple of minutes later, he asked the priest, "Father, what causes arthritis?"

"Mister, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap wicked women, too much alcohol, and contempt for your fellow man!"

"Well, I'll be...", the drunk shook his head slowly and returned to reading his paper.

The priest began to feel bad about having attacked the drunk so viciously and so he decided to try smoothing things back out. In a soft voice, he asked the drunk, "How long have you had arthritis, son?"

"I don't, father. I was just reading in the paper that the Pope has it."