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A man flops1 down on a subway seat next to a priest. The man's tie is stained, his face is smeared2 with red lipstick3, and a half-empty bottle of gin is sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opens a newspaper and begins reading. After a few minutes the guy turns to the priest and asks, "Say, Father, what causes arthritis4?" "Loose living; cheap, wicked woman; too much alcohol; and contempt for your fellow man," answers the priest. "I'll be damned," the drunk mutters, returning to his paper. The priest, thinking about what he said, nudges the man and apologizes. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to be so harsh. How long have you had arthritis?" "Oh, I don't have it, Father. It says here that the Pope does." 点击收听单词发音
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