some of jokes collected by me from various sources Mulla Nasrudin had taken one too many when he walked upto the police sargeant's desk. "Officer you'd better lock me up," he said. "I just hit my wife on the head with a beer bottle." "Did you kill her:" asked the officer. "Don't think so," said Nasrudin. "THAT'S WHY I WANT YOU TO LOCK ME UP." "My wife talks to herself," the friend told Mulla Nasrudin. "SO DOES MINE," said the Mulla, "BUT SHE DOESN'T REALISE IT. SHE THINKS I AM LISTENING." "What was the argument between you and your father-in-law, Nasrudin?" asked a friend. "I didn't mind, when he wore my hat, coat, shoes and suit, BUT WHEN HE SAT DOWN AT THE DINNER TABLE AND LAUGHED AT ME WITH MY OWN TEETH -- THAT WAS TOO MUCH," said Mulla Nasrudin. The old Mulla Nasruddin had become a very rich man. When he felt death approaching he decided to make some arrangements for his funeral, so he ordered a beautiful coffin made of ebony wood with satin pillows inside. He also had a beautiful silk caftan made for his dead body to be dressed in. The day the tailor delivered the caftan, Mulla Nasruddin tried it on to see how it would look, but suddenly he exclaimed, "What is this! Where are the pockets?"