OPPOSED TO MARRIAGE

It was their first quarrel. The Mulla 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 Nasrudin. "THEY WERE ALL OPPOSED TO OUR MARRIAGE."

WOULD STILL PREFER DAUGHTER

Mulla Nasrudin was round at his fiancee's home, having a serious talk with her father.

"Sir, I'd like to marry your daughter," he announced .

His girl's father looked at him.

"Have you seen my wife yet?" he asked.

"OH, YES SIR," replied Nasrudin. "BUT IF YOU DON'T MIND, I WOULD STILL PREFER YOUR DAUGHTER, SIR."

Let's pretend we are married

Mulla Nasrudin in the upper berth was awakened by a persistent tapping from below.

"I am terribly cold down here. I wonder if you mind getting me a blanket," said a lady's voice.

"I have a better idea," the Mulla replied sleepily. "Let's pretend we are married."

"That sounds like a lovely idea," she giggled.

"GOOD," said Nasrudin rolling over. 'NOW GO GET YOUR OWN DAMN BLANKET."