It is three o'clock in the morning and Paddy and Seamus are absolutely drunk, trying to find their way home. But the street is dark and completely lined with trees. They keep hitting one tree after another, staggering on, trying to pass their whiskey bottle back and forth.
It seems impossible to walk as they knock into this tree, bump into each other, and knock into that tree.
This goes on for twenty minutes when Paddy, totally exhausted and bruised, stops and turns to Seamus. "I think maybe we should stop drinking so much," groans Paddy, "and wait for this goddam parade to finish!"
Mulla Nasrudin and his wife were sitting on a bench in the park one evening just at dusk. Without knowing that they were close by, a young man and his girl friend sat down at a bench on the other side of a hedge.
Almost immediately, the young man began to talk in the most loving manner imaginable.
"He does not know we are sitting here," Mulla Nasrudin's wife whispered to her husband.
"It sounds like he is going to propose to her. I think you should cough or something and warn him."
"WHY SHOULD I WARN HIM?" asked Nasrudin. "NOBODY WARNED ME."