Patrick, who smelled like beer, sat down on a subway next to a priest. His tie was stained, his face and collar was stained 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 man turned to the priest and asked, 'Tell me now Farder, what causes arthroitis?'
The priest replies, 'My Son, it's caused by loose living, lying with wicked women, an excess of alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping with prostitutes and lack of a warm bath.'
Pat muttered in response, 'Well, fancy dat Farder! Oi'm amazed, so Oi am!" Then he returned to his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged Patrick and apologized. 'I'm very sorry, my son, I didn't mean to be so judgmental. How long have you had arthritis?'
Patrick, swaying, says, 'Oh blessed modder o' Mary! Oi don't have it, Farder. But Oi was just reading here - da poor Pope does.'
LESSON: Make sure you fully understand a question before offering the answer.
Hat tip: Babs of Beetle's Memories & Ramblings