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told him he must stop drinking and smoking. Nasrudin said nothing and quietly rose to depart.
"Friend," the doctor reminded him gently, "you have not paid for my advice."
"No," said Nasrudin, "and what's more, I am not taking it either."
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It was after midnight and Solly Ginsberg was sleeping roundly in his bedroom above his pawnshop, when he heard a loud hammering on the door below. Angrily, he got out of bed and put his head out of the window.
"Get yourself down here," demanded Mulla Nasrudin, the caller.
"What, at this time of night?" replied Ginsberg.
"Come down, or I will smash your door in."
Muttering to himself, the pawnbroker staggered down the stairs and opened the door.
"What you want?" he asked.
"I want to know the time," said the Mulla.
"What!" said Ginsberg, "you wake me up in the middle of the night to ask me the time?"
"Well, you have got my watch, haven't you?" said Mulla Nasrudin.
61.
"Everything God made is perfect," said Mulla Nasrudin one day in the tavern.
A hunchback rose from the rear of his audience and asked: "What about me?"
"Why," said Nasrudin, "you're the most perfect hunchback I ever saw!"
62.
Mulla Nasrudin was in bed with a cold and a high temperature. "How high is it, Doctor?" he wanted to know.
"A hundred and five, Nasrudin," said the doctor.
The Mulla contemplated for a while and then asked again: "What's the world's record?"
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"Got a cigarette, Mulla?"
"Here, take the pack."
"Thanks. Got a match?"
"You can keep this lighter."
"Thanks again. Say, have you got an oil well or something?"
"No," said Mulla Nasrudin. "only lung cancer."
64.
Mulla Nasrudin one day noticed a parrot perched atop a farmhouse gable. Attracted by the bright plumage, he ran to fetch a ladder, climbed on the roof, and was about to clap his cap over the bird when the parrot fixed on him with a beady eye and asked: "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "Gosh, I didn't mean nothin'," said Mulla Nasrudin. "I thought you was a bird, sir."
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