Paddy, who smelled like beer, sat down on a subway next to a priest. Paddy’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 Paddy turned to the priest and asked, ‘Say Father, what
The priest replies, ‘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!’
Paddy muttered in response, ‘Well, I’ll be damned’ and returned to his
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged Paddy and apologized.
‘I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to come on so strong. How long have you had
Paddy answered, ‘I don’t have it, Father. I was just reading here that the