Every cent

The richest man in town had died. After a few days, the villagers were talking about him at the bar. “I wonder how much the old coot had left when he died,” said the second-richest man in town.

Mulla Nasruddin laughed and said, “Every cent of it.”

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Worry

Mulla Nasruddin was chatting with the barber as he got a haircut. “After all these years,” said the barber, “I never thought to ask you: do you know why you went bald?”

“I definitely know why,” said the Mulla. “It was from worrying so much.”

“About what?” the barber asked.

“About going bald.”

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“My wife suffers from a drinking problem.”

“Oh is she an alcoholic?”

“No, I am, but she’s the one who suffers.”