During lunch break at work, the Mullah was getting exasperated. Every time he opened his lunchbox, it was a cheese sandwich. Day after day, week after week, it was the same—a cheese sandwich.

“I am getting sick and tired of this lousy cheese sandwich,” complained the Mullah repeatedly.

His co-workers gave him some advice; “Mullah, you don’t have to suffer through a cheese sandwich over and over again. Tell your wife to make you something different. Be firm with her if you have to.”

“But I’m not married,” replied the Mullah.

By now, puzzled and confused, his colleagues asked, “Then who makes your sandwiches?”

“Well, I do!” replied the Mullah.

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