Fri 30 May 2008
51.
â€ÂMy grandfather,†bragged one fellow in the teahouse, ’lived to be ninety-nine and never used
glasses.â€Â
â€ÂWELL,†said Mulla Nasrudin, â€ÂLOTS OF PEOPLE WOULD RATHER DRINK FROM THE BOTTLE.â€Â
52.
It was after the intermission at the theater, and Mulla Nasrudin and his wife were returning to their
seats.
â€ÂDid I step on your feet as I went out?†the Mulla asked a man at the end of the row.
â€ÂYou certainly did,†said the man awaiting an apology.
Mulla Nasrudin turned to his wife, â€ÂIT’S ALL RIGHT, DARLING,†he said. â€ÂTHIS IS OUR ROW.â€Â
53.
A patrolman was about to write a speeding ticket, when a woman in the back seat began shouting
at Mulla Nasrudin, â€ÂThere! I told you to watch out. But you kept right on. Getting out of line, not
blowing your horn, passing stop streets, speeding, and everything else. Didn’t I tell you, you’d get
caught? Didn’t I? Didn’t I?â€Â
â€ÂWho is that woman?†the patrolman asked.
â€ÂMy wife,†said the Mulla.
â€ÂDRIVE ON,†the patrolman said. â€ÂYOU HAVE BEEN PUNISHED ENOUGH.â€Â
54.
Mulla Nasrudin was visiting the town dentist to get some advance prices on his work.
â€ÂThe price for pulling a tooth is four dollars each,†the dentist told him. â€ÂBut in order to make it
painless we will have to give gas and that will be three dollars extra.â€Â
â€ÂOh, don’t worry about giving gas,†said the Mulla.
â€ÂThat won’t be necessary. We can save the three dollars.â€Â
â€ÂThat’s all right with me,†said the dentist. â€ÂI have heard that you mountain people are strong and
tough. All I can say is that you are a brave man.â€Â
â€ÂIT ISN’T ME THAT’S HAVING MY TOOTH PULLED,†said Nasrudin. â€ÂIT’S MY WIFE.â€Â
55.
The professional money raiser
called upon Mulla Nasrudin. â€ÂI am seeking contributions for a worthy charity,†he said. â€ÂOur goal
is 100, 000andawell − knownphilanthropisthasalreadydonatedaquarterofthat.â€Â
â€ÂWONDERFUL,†said Nasrudin. â€ÂAND I WILL GIVE YOU ANOTHER QUARTER. HAVE YOU GOT
CHANGE FOR A DOLLAR?â€Â
56.
â€ÂCome and have a drink, boys â€Â
Mulla Nasrudin came up and took a drink of whisky.
â€ÂHow is this, Mulla?†asked a bystander. â€ÂHow can you drink whisky? Sure it was only yesterday ye
told me ye was a teetotaller.â€Â
â€ÂWELL,†said Nasrudin. â€ÂYOU ARE RIGHT, I AM A TEETOTALLER IT IS TRUE, BUT I AM NOT A
BIGOTED ONE!â€Â
57.
One Thursday night, Mulla Nasrudin came home to supper. His wife served him baked beans. He
threw his plate of beans against the wall and shouted, â€ÂI hate baked beans.â€Â
’Mulla, I can’t figure you out,†his wife said,
â€ÂMONDAY NIGHT YOU LIKED BAKED BEANS, TUESDAY NIGHT YOU LIKED BAKED BEANS,
WEDNESDAY NIGHT YOU LIKED BAKED BEANS AND NOW, ALL OF A SUDDEN, ON
THURSDAY NIGHT, YOU SAY YOU HATE BAKED BEANS.â€Â
58.
The prosecutor began his cross-examination of the witness, Mulla Nasrudin.
â€ÂDo you know this man?â€Â
â€ÂHow should I know him?â€Â
â€ÂDid he borrow money from you?â€Â
â€ÂWhy should he borrow money from me?â€Â
Annoyed, the judge asked the Mulla â€ÂWhy do you persist in answering every question with another
question?â€Â
â€ÂWHY NOT?†said Mulla Nasrudin
59.
Mulla Nasrudin had taken one too many when he walked upto the police sargeant’s desk.
â€ÂOfficer you’d better lock me up,†he said. â€ÂI just hit my wife on the head with a beer bottle.â€Â
â€ÂDid you kill her:†asked the officer.
â€ÂDon’t think so,†said Nasrudin. â€ÂTHAT’S WHY I WANT YOU TO LOCK ME UP.â€Â
60.
Mulla Nasrudin’s family was on a picnic. The wife was standing near the edge of a high cliff, admiring
the sea dashing on the rocks below. Her young son came up and said, â€ÂDAD SAYS IT’S NOT SAFE
HERE. EITHER YOU STAND BACK FARTHER OR GIVE ME THE SANDWICHES.â€Â