Mulla Nasrudin, celebrating his 95th birthday was asked by a friend: “Don’t you hate growing old, Mulla?” “Heck, no,” said Nasrudin. “If I wasn’t growing old, I’d be dead.”
A newspaper reporter was interviewing Mulla Nasrudin on his 99th birthday. As he was shaking hands to leave, he said, “I hope I can come back next year and see you on your 100th birthday.” “I don’t see why you can’t,” said the old Mulla. “You look healthy enough.”
The tourist was talking to Mulla Nasrudin who had just celebrated his 100th birthday. “And to what do you owe your great age?” he asked. “Well, I am not sure yet,” said Nasrudin. “I am negotiating with a couple of breakfast food companies, sir.”
A newspaper reporter was interviewing Mulla Nasrudin on his 100th birthday. “If you had your life to live over,” he asked, “Do you think you would make the same mistakes again?” “Certainly, ” said the old Mulla, “But I would start a lot sooner.”
Mulla Nasrudin finally reached the age of 105. A newspaper reporter from town came out to take his picture and write a story about him. The reporter was talking to a neighbor about the Mulla, and asked him, “How do you figure your friend was able to live so long?” “I guess,” said the neighbor, “It was because he never did anything else.”
A newspaperman was interviewing Mulla Nasrudin on his 105th birthday. He noticed that the Mulla was wearing a rabbit’s foot on his key chain. “You don’t mean to tell me,” said the newspaperman, “that a man of your experience still believes in that old and childish superstition? ” “Certainly not,” said Nasrudin. “But my wife: tells me it is supposed to bring you luck whether you believe in it or not.”