A little Sunday humor
"John H." wrote in message
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Flagrantly stolen:
A SAILOR ASHORE
A sailor who smelled like a distillery flopped on a subway seat next to a
priest. The sailor's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red
lipstick,
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 sailor
turned to the priest and asked, "Say, Father, what causes arthritis?"
"My son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too
much
alcohol and a contempt for your fellow man."
"Well, I'll be damned," the sailor muttered, returning to his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the seaman and
apologized.
"I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had
arthritis?"
"I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does."
--
John H
"It's *not* a baby kicking, bride of mine, it's just a fetus!"
Hypocrital Liberal
LOL. Good one John.
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