Pope's in town
Pope is Visiting Town
The Pope is visiting town and all the residents are dressed up in their best Sunday clothes. Everyone lines up on main street hoping for a personal blessing from the Pope.
One local man has put on his best suit and he’s sure the Pope will stop and talk to him. He is standing next to an exceptionally down-trodden looking bum who doesn’t smell very good. As the Pope comes walking by he leans over and says something to the bum and then walks right by the local man. He can’t believe it, then it hits him. The pope won’t talk to him, he’s concerned for the unfortunate people the poor and feeble ones. Thinking fast, he gives the bum $20 to trade clothes with him. He puts on the bums clothing and runs down the street to line up for another chance for the pope to stop and talk to him.
Sure enough, the Pope walks right up to him this time, leans over close and says
“I thought I told you to get the hell out of here!”
An Irishman applied for a job on a construction site, but the foreman wouldn’t hire him until he passed a simple maths test.
Here is your first question, the foreman said. “Without using numbers, represent the number 9.”
“Without numbers?” The Irishman says, “Dat is easy,” and proceeded to draw three trees.
“What’s this?” the boss asked.
“Ave you got no brain? Tree and tree and tree make nine,” said the Irishman.
“Fair enough,” said the boss. “Here’s your second question. Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99.”
The Irishman stared into space for a while, then picked up the picture that he has just drawn and made a smudge on each tree. “Ere you go.”
The boss scratched his head and said, “How on earth do you get that to represent 99?”
“Each of da trees is dirty now. So, it’s dirty tree, and dirty tree, and dirty tree. Dat is 99.”
The boss was getting worried that he’s going to actually have to hire this Irishman, so he said, “All right, last question. Same rules again, but represent the number 100.”
The Irishman stared into space some more, then he picked up the picture again and made a little mark at the base of each tree and says, “Ere you go. One hundred.”
The boss looked at the attempt. “You must be nuts if you think that represents a hundred!”
The Irishman leaned forward and pointed to the marks at the base of each tree and said, “A little dog came along and crapped by each tree. So now you got dirty tree and a turd, dirty tree and a turd, and dirty tree and a turd, which makes one hundred.”
“So, when do I start?”
MY BRAIN HAS A MIND OF IT'S OWN