Once Mulla
Nasrudin had been away for a while and arrived back in town wearing a long
beard. His
friends
naturally kidded him about the beard and asked him how he happened to acquire
the fur-piece. The Mulla with the
beard began to complain and curse the thing in no uncertain terms. His friends
were amazed at the way he
talked and asked him why he continued to wear the beard if he did not like it.
'I hate the blasted thing!'
the Mulla told them. 'If you hate it then why don't you shave it off and get
rid of it?' one of his friends
asked.
A
devilish gleam shone in the eyes of the Mulla as he answered, 'Because my wife
hates it too!'
'If you hate it then why don't you shave it off and get
rid of it?' one of his friends
asked.
A
devilish gleam shone in the eyes of the Mulla as he answered, 'Because my wife
hates it too!'
