Osho Mulla Nasruddin Jokes | Mulla Nasruddin Jokes of Osho

Osho Mulla Nasruddin Jokes

Mulla Nasrudin had been back from his honeymoon only a week when a friend asked him how he liked married life.
"Why, it's wonderful," was his enthusiastic reply. "It's almost like being in love."

I Should never have got married," said Mulla Nasrudin, the newly wed, to his pal at work. "My wife does not like me when I am drunk, and I can't stand the sight of her when I am sober."

Mrs. Mulla Nasrudin: "Just think, we have been married twenty-four hours."
Mulla Nasrudin: "Yes, and it seems like it was only yesterday."

"These spoons which your aunt gave us as a wedding present are not real silver," announced Mulla Nasrudin.

"Do you know anything about silver, Mulla?" asked his wife.
"No," replied Nasrudin, "but I know a lot about your aunt."

The little old lady had watched the tender parting of the young couple at the loading ramp. As the plane taxied down the runaway, the young man, Mulla Nasrudin, burst into tears.

"There, there, my boy, don't cry," said the lady, who was sitting next to him. "Are you crying so because you have to leave your wife?"
"No," said Nasrudin, "because I have to go back to her."

"We've been married a year and we never quarrel," explained Mulla Nasrudin. "If a difference of opinion arises and my wife is right, I give in right away."

"But what if you are right, Mulla?" asked his friend.
"Well," said Nasrudin, "that situation has never come up."

It was their first quarrel.

"And you tell me that several women proposed marriage to you?" asked the wife.
"Yes, several," replied the Mulla.

"Well, I wish you had married the first fool who proposed."
"I did," said Nasrudin.

"Now that you are married, Mulla, I suppose you will take out an insurance policy?"
Mulla Nasrudin's friend told him at work.
"Oh, no," answered Nasrudin. "I don't think she's going to be so dangerous."

"Do you think that you have as good a sense of judgement as I have?" asked the wife during a quarrel.

"Well, no," replied Mulla Nasrudin slowly. "Our choice of partners for life shows that you have better judgement than me."

"How is it that, after only three months of marriage, you manage to stay out so late every night?" asked Mulla Nasrudin's wife.
"It;s easy," said Nasrudin. "I got into the habit while we were courting."

Mulla Nasrudin left his young wife alone on the beach for a few minutes. When he came back, he saw a crowd of excited people gathered at the water's edge. "What's the matter?"

he asked a cop. "They just pulled some dame out of the water," was the reply. The Mulla investigated and found that the rescued party was his wife. "What are you doing to her?"

he cried. "We are giving her artificial respiration," was the answer. "Artificial, hell,"
screamed Nasrudin. "Give her the real thing. I will pay for it."

"Darling," she whispered to Mulla Nasrudin after the last quest had left the wedding reception, "for the rest of your life you will have to put up with my ugly face."
"Never mind," said Nasrudin. "I will be out at work all day."

He was so sick that his doctor ordered him to take a long rest cure in Florida. But after two months he died anyway.

Shipped back home, the corpse was viewed by the widow and her brother, Mulla Nasrudin. "Mulla," she sighed, "he does look nice, doesn't he?"
"He sure does," replied Nasrudin. "Who wouldn't after two months in Florida?"

Mulla Nasrudin went in to see his dentist, and when asked which tooth was bothering him, replied: "Oh, just drill anywhere, doc. I feel lucky today."

At a political meeting addressed by one of the dignified statesmen, Mulla Nasrudin insisted on shouting: "Who is the woman you're living with in the capital?"

He was ignored and once more yelled: "Who is the woman you're living with in the capital?"

His friend pulled his arm anxiously: "Shut up. That's his wife."
"I know. I know," said Mulla Nasrudin. "but I am going to make him admit it."

The visitor complained of the long muddy avenue to Mulla Nasrudin's house.
"Well, now," soothed the Mulla, "If it was any shorter it would not reach the house."

"I intend to put together a volume of my collected sermons to be published posthumously," said the preacher to Mulla Nasrudin.
"Oh, really -- I shall look forward to that," said Nasrudin.

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