16 Apr 09
A man had fallen between the rails in an underground station when Sufi Mullah Nasrudin came along one afternoon. People were crowding around, all trying to get him out before a train ran him over.
They were shouting, 'Give me your hand!' But the man would not reach up.
The Mullah elbowed his way through the crowd and leant over to the man. 'Friend,' he said, 'what is your profession?'
'I am an income-tax inspector,' gasped the man.
'In that case,' said Nasrudin, 'take my hand!' The man immediately grasped the Mullah's hand and was hauled to safety.
Nasrudin turned to the open-mouthed audience. 'Never ask a tax man to give you anything, you fools.' he said.
16 Apr 09
Originally posted by ScriabinThat's pretty good...and quite true...and funny too....thanks.
A man had fallen between the rails in an underground station when Sufi Mullah Nasrudin came along one afternoon. People were crowding around, all trying to get him out before a train ran him over.
They were shouting, 'Give me your hand!' But the man would not reach up.
The Mullah elbowed his way through the crowd and leant over to the man. 'Friend,' h ...[text shortened]... mouthed audience. 'Never ask a tax man to give you anything, you fools.' he said.
17 Apr 09
Originally posted by ScriabinNo comment. Except that the name should be changed to "Timothy McVeigh".
A man had fallen between the rails in an underground station when Sufi Mullah Nasrudin came along one afternoon. People were crowding around, all trying to get him out before a train ran him over.
They were shouting, 'Give me your hand!' But the man would not reach up.
The Mullah elbowed his way through the crowd and leant over to the man. 'Friend,' h ...[text shortened]... mouthed audience. 'Never ask a tax man to give you anything, you fools.' he said.