NOT A BIGOTED ONE
"Come and have a drink, boys“Mulla Nasrudin came up and took a drink of whisky."How is this, Mulla?" asked a bystander. "How can you drink whisky? Sure it was only yesterday ye told me ye were a teetotaller.""WELL," said Nasrudin. "YOU ARE RIGHT, I AM A TEETOTALLER IT IS TRUE, BUT I AM NOT A BIGOTED ONE!"
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, "I hate baked beans."'Mulla, I can't figure you out," his wife said,"MONDAY 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."
The prosecutor began his cross-examination of the witness, Mulla Nasrudin."Do you know this man?""How should I know him?""Did he borrow money from you?""Why should he borrow money from me?"Annoyed, the judge asked the Mulla "Why do you persist in answering every question with another question?" "WHY NOT?" said Mulla Nasrudin Mulla Nasrudin had taken one too many when he walked up to the police sergeant’s desk."Officer you'd better lock me up," he said. "I just hit my wife on the head with a beer bottle.""Did you kill her?" asked the officer. "Don't think so," said Nasrudin. "THAT'S WHY I WANT YOU TO LOCK ME UP."
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, "DAD SAYS IT'S NOT SAFE HERE. EITHER YOU STAND BACK FARTHER OR GIVE ME THE SANDWICHES."
