And another joke involving a member of the Cloth......

A man who smelled like stale beer sat down on a bus 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 coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading.

After a few minutes he turned to the priest. 'Tell me Father, what causes arthritis?'


'My Son, it's caused by loose living, being around cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping with prostitutes and lack of a bath.'

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 apologised. 'I'm sorry, my son. I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?'

'I don't have arthritis, Father.
I was reading here that the Pope does.'


Peter,
66, 2016 Porsche Boxster S
No longer driving Tarka, the 2014 Plus 8...