Moriarity and the Priest

[sweeney]

One morning Moriarity was sitting on a park bench reading the paper he had just slept on when the Parish Priest walked by. They were both known to each other and Moriarity thought he would get his spake in first before the Priest started to condemn his life style. ""Father said he, What causes Arthritis?"" ""I'm glad you asked that answered the Priest. I'll tell you. Drinking, Smoking, Sleeping rough, Women, A lifestyle of debautery all these things said the Reverend, cause arthritis. Why do you ask??"" Moriarity smiled and with a devilish glint in his eye replied, " I was just reading in the paper here Father that
The Pope has a very bad case of it" ;D ;D ;D