A Letter From Grandpa!

Grandpa, smelling like beer after another night of visiting his buddies, sat down on the subway next to a priest. Grandpa's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn pocket.  He opened his newspaper and began reading.  After a few minutes Grandpa turned to the priest and asked "Father, what causes arthritis?"

The priest retorted, "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 lack of a bath!"  To which grandpa muttered,sheepishly in response, "Well I'll be darned."  Then returned to his paper.

The priest, thinking about what he had just said, nudged grandpa after a moment and apologized.  "I'm very sorry I did not mean to come on so strong.  How long have you had arthritis?"  Grandpa answered, "I don't have arthritis but it says here that the Pope does!"