A beggar knocked on Mullah Nasrudin’s door. Nasrudin opened the door a crack and peered out.
“God has directed me to this house for a good meal,” said the beggar.
“I am sorry, but you have the wrong house,” replied Nasrudin, pointing to the nearby mosque. “God lives over there.”
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Holy Crap. Is the village still standing?
This was the day after Lafose. Not much was standing if you know what I mean.
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