Laughing out loud

Follow me up to the roof

It was monsoon season, and after weeks of rain, a sunny day finally came. Rather than enjoying it properly, Mulla Nasruddin’s wife had convinced him that it was the perfect opportunity to go up and fix the roof. Grumbling, the old Mulla went up and was doing the work when a stranger walked by and knocked on his door.

“What do you want?” Mulla shouted down at him.

“Come down here and I will tell you,” said the man.

The Mulla angrily climbed down the ladder. “Well?” he demanded.

“Well, I’m a poor old man. Can you spare some money?” the stranger asked.

Mulla turned and started climbing up the ladder again.” Follow me up to the roof,” he said.

The stranger did as he asked, and when he reached the top of the ladder and stepped onto the roof, he said, “Well?”

“Well,” said the Mulla, “the answer is no, you can’t have any money. Now get off my roof!”

 Compiled from the internet

Laughing out loud

Follow me up to the roof It was monsoon season, and after weeks of rain, a sunny day finally came. Rather than enjoying it properly, Mulla Nasruddins wife had convinced him that it was the perfect opportunity to go up and fix the roof. Grumbling, the old Mulla went up and was doing the work when a stranger walked by and knocked on his door. What do you want? Mulla shouted down at him. Come down here and I will tell you, said the man. The Mulla angrily climbed down the ladder. Well? he demanded. Well, Im a poor old man. Can you spare some money? the stranger asked. Mulla turned and started climbing up the ladder again. Follow me up to the roof, he said. The stranger did as he asked, and when he reached the top of the ladder and stepped onto the roof, he said, Well? Well, said the Mulla, the answer is no, you cant have any money. Now get off my roof! Compiled from the internet