A construction site boss was interviewing men for a job, when along came Murphy. The boss thought I’m not hiring that lazy Irishman, so he decided to set a test for Murphy, hoping he wouldn’t be able to answer the questions, and he’d be able to refuse him the job without getting into an argument. The first question was, “Without using numbers, represent the number 9.” So Murphy says, “Dat’s easy,” and proceeds to draw three tree’s. The boss says, “What the hell’s that?” Murphy says, “Tree ‘n tree n’ tree makes nine.” Fair enough, says the boss. Second question, same rules, but represent 99. Murphy stares into space for a while, then makes a smudge on each tree. “Der ya go sir,” he says. The boss scratches his head and says, ” How on earth do you get that to represent 99. Murphy says, ” Each tree’s dirty now! so it’s dirty tree, n’ dirty tree n’ dirty tree, dats 99.” The boss is getting worried he’s going to have to hire him, so he says, “Alright, question three. Same rules again, but represent the number 100.” Murphy stares into space again, then he shouts, “Got it!” He makes a little mark at the base of each tree, and says, “There ya go sir, 100.” The boss looks at Murphy’s attempt and thinks ‘Ha! got him this time.’ Go on Murphy, you must be mad if you think that represents a hundred.” Murphy leans forward and points to the marks at the tree bases, and says, “A little dog comes along and craps by each tree, so now you’ve got, dirty tree an’ a turd, dirty tree an’ a turd, an’ dirty tree an’ a turd, which makes one hundred, when do I start me job?
A carpenter was giving evidence about an accident he had witnessed. The lawyer for the defendant was trying to discredit him and asked him how far away he was from the accident. The carpenter replied, “Twenty-seven feet, six and one-half inches.” “What? How come you are so sure of that distance?” asked the lawyer. “Well, I knew sooner or later some idiot would ask me. So I measured it!” replied the carpenter.
Two blonde carpenters were working on a house. The one who was nailing down siding would reach into his nail pouch, pull out a nail and either toss it over his shoulder or nail it in. The other, figuring this was worth looking into, asked, “Why are you throwing those nails away?” The first explained, “If I pull a nail out of my pouch and it’s pointed toward me, I throw it away ’cause it’s defective. If it’s pointed toward the house, then I nail it in!” The second blonde got completely upset and yelled, “You moron! The nails pointed toward you aren’t defective! They’re for the other side of the house!”