Mulla Nasrudin thought he was going to die with a toothache. He asked his friend, “What can I do to relieve the pain?” “I will tell you what I do,” his friend said.
“When I have a toothache, or a pain, I go over to my wife, and she puts her arms around me, and caresses me, and soothes me until finally I forget all about the pain.” Nasrudin brightened up and said: “GEE, THAT’S WONDERFUL! IS SHE HOME NOW?”
Il Mullah entrò in un negozio e chiese al proprietario: “Avete della pelle?” “Sì”, rispose il proprietario. “Chiodi?” “Sì.” “Filo?” “Sì.” “Ago?” “Sì”. “Allora […]
Camminando una sera lungo una strada deserta, Nasruddin vide un drappello di cavalieri che si avvicinava rapidamente. La sua immaginazione cominciò a lavorare; si […]