Mulla Nasrudin was always too busy to he with his family. His excuse was that he had to keep on making more money.
One day his wife's pet parrot died and she brought another one, although the pet-store man told her it was from a tough gambling joint that had been closed down. The bird was likely to say anything, coming from a place where there were booze and girls and burns. "It's right," said the wife, "I will retrain him."
She brought the bird home, and upon arrival found to her surprise that her husband was already home. She carried the caged bird into the house, called out "Surprise!" and with her husband and daughters looking on, she took the cover off the cage.
The parrot looked around, blinked, and said,
"WELL WADDDYA KNOW
-- NEW JOINT, NEW MADAM, NEW GIRLS,
SAME OLD CUSTOMERS. HELLO, NASRUDIN!"
One day his wife's pet parrot died and she brought another one, although the pet-store man told her it was from a tough gambling joint that had been closed down. The bird was likely to say anything, coming from a place where there were booze and girls and burns. "It's right," said the wife, "I will retrain him."
She brought the bird home, and upon arrival found to her surprise that her husband was already home. She carried the caged bird into the house, called out "Surprise!" and with her husband and daughters looking on, she took the cover off the cage.
The parrot looked around, blinked, and said,
"WELL WADDDYA KNOW
-- NEW JOINT, NEW MADAM, NEW GIRLS,
SAME OLD CUSTOMERS. HELLO, NASRUDIN!"
