I m gonna post some Mullah Nasrudin's stories in this page.[& update the thread]
those who have heard his stories before knows the sarcastic value of these stories..not only the superficial humor ..
I had no choice other than jokes section to post these sorry for that
so the 1st one:
One day the Mullah went to his neighbor and asked to borrow his huge pot. The neighbor reluctantly loaned him the pot indicating a lack of trust. Next day he returned the pot with a small pot saying, "Your pot was pregnant, had labor and here's the baby. It belongs to you." The neighbor thought this was odd but accepted the gift believing that one should not look into the mouth of a gift horse. A week went by and once again the Mullah borrowed the pot and returned it next day with a small pot as the new born child.
Next week when the Mullah asked to borrow the pot the neighbor was only to pleased to comply. Next day went by and the Mullah did not return the pot and the neighbor became worried. On the third day the neighbor went to the Mullah demanding the return of his pot. Mullah told him, "Alas my friend that's impossible your pot passed away in labor." The neighbor was maddened and screamed, "Look, you idiot, who do you take for a fool. We all know pots do not die in labor." "My friend," the Mullah replied calmly, "We have already established that pot become pregnant, have labor and you even have two of the babies. I cannot help it if you were unlucky that your pot could not survive three labors in such a short time. You should have looked after it better."
those who have heard his stories before knows the sarcastic value of these stories..not only the superficial humor ..
I had no choice other than jokes section to post these sorry for that
so the 1st one:
One day the Mullah went to his neighbor and asked to borrow his huge pot. The neighbor reluctantly loaned him the pot indicating a lack of trust. Next day he returned the pot with a small pot saying, "Your pot was pregnant, had labor and here's the baby. It belongs to you." The neighbor thought this was odd but accepted the gift believing that one should not look into the mouth of a gift horse. A week went by and once again the Mullah borrowed the pot and returned it next day with a small pot as the new born child.
Next week when the Mullah asked to borrow the pot the neighbor was only to pleased to comply. Next day went by and the Mullah did not return the pot and the neighbor became worried. On the third day the neighbor went to the Mullah demanding the return of his pot. Mullah told him, "Alas my friend that's impossible your pot passed away in labor." The neighbor was maddened and screamed, "Look, you idiot, who do you take for a fool. We all know pots do not die in labor." "My friend," the Mullah replied calmly, "We have already established that pot become pregnant, have labor and you even have two of the babies. I cannot help it if you were unlucky that your pot could not survive three labors in such a short time. You should have looked after it better."


