Arthritis
A drunk man who smelled like whiskey sat down on a bench in a subway station, next to a priest.
The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick and a half empty bottle of Jim Beam 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,
'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 a lack of bathing.'
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 drunk answered,
'I don't have arthritis, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.'
230 hp 4.3L Chevy
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Atlas 4 speed
Griffin radiator
On board air
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7.5" RE front and bastard pack rear on custom long arms
30 gal gas tank
lockers
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