|Mulla Nasruddin's young wife, recently returned from her honeymoon, was complaining to her friend about her husband's drinking habits.|
"If you knew he drank, why did you marry him?" her friend asked.
"I did not know he drank," said Nasruddin's wife, "until one night he came home SOBER."
|Mulla Nasruddin decided to settle down and narrowed his choice between a beautiful but dumb doll and an opera singer.|
He finally chose brains and culture and married the singer. They spent their wedding night at a swanky hotel.
When Nasruddin opened his eyes the next morning and the dawn's early light began to shine upon his bride, he looked at her and shuddered and cried out: "SING FOR GOD'S SAKE SING."
|One day Mulla Nasrudin visited a large department store to buy his wife some nylon hose.|
Inadvertently, he got caught in a mad rush at a counter where a bargain sale was going on. He soon found himself being pushed and stepped on by frantic women. He stood it as long as he could. Then with head lowered and elbows out, he plowed through the crowd.
"You there!" said a woman. "Can't you act like a gentleman? "
"NOT ANYMORE," said Nasrudin. "I HAVE BEEN ACTING LIKE A GENTLEMAN FOR AN HOUR. FROM NOW ON, I AM ACTING LIKE A LADY."
|It was their first quarrel. Mulla Nasruddin was coming off worst until he brought his bride's family into the argument.|
"Your father is an old drunkard," he stated with venom. "Your mother is a nagger, and your brother is an idle layabout."
"Can't you say one decent thing about my family?" she asked, sarcastically.
"YES, JUST ONE," replied Nasruddin. "THEY WERE ALL OPPOSED TO OUR MARRIAGE."