Honorable or Dishonorable

Mulla Nasrudin had been calling on his girlfriend for over a year.

One evening the girl's father stopped him as he was leaving and asked, "Look here, young man, you have been seeing my daughter for a year now, and I would like to know whether your intentions are honorable or dishonorable?"

Nasrudin's face lit up. "Do you mean to say, Sir," he said, "That I have a choice?"

Never Ask Why

"You don't love me any more," said Mulla Nasrudin's wife through her tears. "When you see me crying, you never ask why."

"I am sorry, Darling," said Nasrudin, "But that sort of question has already cost me an awful lot of money.”

Happiest Days

Mulla Nasrudin came up and shook hands with the future bridegroom. "Congratulations, friend," he said, "on this, one of the happiest days of your life."

"But I am not getting married until tomorrow," said the future bridegroom. "I Know," said the Mulla. "That’s what makes this one of the happiest days."

More Sense Asleep

The young lady's hopes had been high for two years while Mulla Nasrudin remained silent on the question of marriage.

Then one evening he said to her, "I had a most unusual dream last night. I dreamed that I asked to marry you. I wonder what that means."

"That means," said his girlfriend, "That you have more sense asleep than you are awake."

Promises, Promises

"Darling," said the young woman,"I could die for your sake."

"You are always promising that,” said Mulla Nasrudin, "But you never do it."

Drunk Husband

Mulla Nasrudin'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 Nasrudin's wife, "Until one night he came home sober."

Public Speaking

Mulla Nasrudin, who was really unaccustomed to public speaking, arose in confusion after dinner and muttered hesitatingly: "M-m-my f-f-friends, when I came here tonight only God and me knew what I was about to say to you, and now only God knows!"

Growing Old

Mulla Nasrudin, celebrating his 95th birthday was asked by a friend: "Don't you hate growing old, Mulla?"

"Heck, no,"said Nasrudin.

"If I wasn’t growing old, I'd be dead."