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?"
