Posted by Tikiri on June 25, 1997 at 13:40:39:
A man, who smelled like a distillery, flopped down on a subway seat next
to a priest. The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red
lipstick, and a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn
He opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few minutes
"Mister, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too
"Well, I'll be damned," the drunk muttered, returning to his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and
"I don't have it, Father. I was just reading that the Pope does."