Drawing a line and grabbing the seeds!

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>>A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway next to a priest.
>>
>>The man'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 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 and a contempt for your fellow men,
>>sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of bathing."
>>
>>The drunk muttered in response, "Well, I'll be damned," then returned to
>>reading his newspaper.
>>
>>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, "I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that
>>the Pope does."
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