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A beautiful woman walks into a bar and orders a Budweiser. She ends up having two more Budweisers and then passes out at the bar. Two guys sitting at the bar take a look at her and smile. One says to the other, she will be a better lay, passed out than most women we fuck that are wide awake. So they take her into a back room and both of them have sex with her. They then take her back to the front of bar, wake her up and send her home. The next Friday, the same woman walks in to the bar, has her 3 beers, passes out and ends up in the back room with the two guys again. For the next month, the same situation repeats itself. Finally a Friday, comes along and the woman doesn't come into the bar. The two men were waiting for her to show up and are pissed. They begin calling her names and then finally go home. The following Friday the same woman comes into the bar. She sits down in her usual place and the bartender comes over and asks her if she wants a Budweiser. She says that she would prefer a Coors this time as Budweiser seems to make her crotch sore.
A guy is sitting on a train reading a newspaper. The guy is a bit unkempt and smells as if he spent the time before the train boarded, in a bar. Next to him is a Catholic priest, reading Catechism. After about an hour on the train, the unkempt guy turns to the priest and says, "Father, what causes arthritis?"
Well the priest sees this as an opportunity to save a soul, so he launches into homily about how living a wicked life of drinking, gambling and carousing with loose women causes arthritis. The unkempt man thanks the priest and goes back to reading his newspaper. After a half hour, the priest just can't stand himself and has to find out if he has made an impact on this poor, unfortunate soul.
The priest taps the man on the shoulder and says, "Pardon me son, but I just could not help but wonder. How long have you been battling arthritis."
The man replies, "Oh no, Father, it's not me. I was just reading here in the paper that the Pope has arthritis real bad."
Well the priest sees this as an opportunity to save a soul, so he launches into homily about how living a wicked life of drinking, gambling and carousing with loose women causes arthritis. The unkempt man thanks the priest and goes back to reading his newspaper. After a half hour, the priest just can't stand himself and has to find out if he has made an impact on this poor, unfortunate soul.
The priest taps the man on the shoulder and says, "Pardon me son, but I just could not help but wonder. How long have you been battling arthritis."
The man replies, "Oh no, Father, it's not me. I was just reading here in the paper that the Pope has arthritis real bad."