Pretty sure we’ve had this before:
A drunk man sat down on a subway seat next to a priest. The man’s tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick. He smelled awful, 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, “Say, Father, what causes arthritis?”
The priest replied, “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 bathing.”
The drunk muttered in response, “Well, I’ll be darned,” then returned to his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. “I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?”
The drunk answered, “Oh, I don’t have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.”
A man is lost in the desert. He used up the last of his water three days ago and he’s lying, gasping, on the sand, when in the distance he suddenly hears a voice calling “Mush! Mush!”
Not trusting his ears he turns his head and there it is again, closer this time — “Mush! Mush!”
Propping himself up on one elbow he squints against the sun and sees, of all things, an Eskimo in a fur coat driving a sled with a team of huskies across the dunes. Thinking that it’s a hallucination, he blinks and shakes his head, but it’s for real! He painfully lifts one arm and in a cracked voice calls, “He-elp!”
The Eskimo pulls the sled up by him, the huskies panting in the heat, and he says to the Eskimo, “I don’t know what you’re doing here, or why, but thank God you are! I’ve been wandering around this desert for days, my water’s all gone and I’m completely lost!”
The perspiring Eskimo looks down at him and says, “You think YOU’RE lost!”
I couldn’t help but over-hear two guys in their mid-twenties while sitting at a bar.
One of the guys says to his buddy, “Man you look tired.”
His buddy says, “Dude, I’m exhausted. My girlfriend and I have sex all the time. I just don’t know what to do.”
A senior fellow about my age sitting a couple of stools down had also over-heard the conversation. He looked over at the two young men and with the wisdom of years says, “Marry her. That’ll put a stop to that shit!”