A friend of Mulla Nasruddin said to him,’Come and have a drink.’
Mulla Nasruddin came up and took a drink of whisky.
‘How is this, Mulla?’ asked a bystander.’How can you drink whisky? Sure it was only yesterday ye told me ye was a teetotaller.’
‘Well,’ said Nasruddin,’you are right. I am a teetotaller, it is true, but I am not a bigotted one.’