A smelly and wrinkled drunk enters the train and sits by the priest. He pulls out some old newspapers out of his pocket and starts reading.
After a while he turns to the priest and asks:
- Sorry father, do you know what causes arthritis?
- Well son, arthritis is a consequence of a messy life, spending time with easy women, too much alcohol and sinful habits. - responds the priest.
- Well, I'll be damned! - says the drunk and keeps on reading.
The priest feels a bit guilty for what he said, and asks:
- Sorry if I was rude a moment ago, my son. For how long do you have arthritis?
- Oh, I don't have it, but I just read that the Pope suffers from it.
What a joke! These longer ones are always better. You see, the point is that the priest is presumptuous and stupid in this case. And so are you, because during the development of the story you believe that the drunk has the arthritis. In the end, you are glad that you can blame your stupidity on the priest, and you laugh, relieved.
Oct 3, 2007
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