Having lost inspiration for writing the last week or so, I figured I will at least fill the blog, so that people wouldn't think I got run over by a truck or something. This cute story was sent to me by a friend, I hope you enjoy it, I should get inspired to scribe something in the next day or two. Got new vitamins !
A Cajun Shrimper wants a job cleaning up the oil spill, but the BP Foreman won't hire him until he passes a little math test. Here is your first question, the foreman said. 'Without using numbers, represent the number 9.' 'Without numbers?' The Cajun says, 'Dat is easy,' and proceeds to draw three trees:
'What's this?' the boss asks.
'Ave you got no brain? Tree and tree and tree make nine,' says the Cajun.
'Fair enough,' says the boss. 'Here's your second question. Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99.'
The Cajun stares into space for a while, then picks up the picture that he has just drawn and makes a smudge on each tree: 'Ere you go.'
The boss scratches his head and says, '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 is getting worried that he's going to actually have to hire this Cajun, so he says, 'All right, last question. Same rules again, but represent the number 100.'
The Cajun stares into space some more, then he picks up the picture again and makes a little mark at the base of each tree and says, 'Ere you go: One hundred.'
The boss looks at the attempt. 'You must be nuts if you think that represents a hundred!'
The Cajun leans forward and points to the marks at the base of each tree and says, 'A little dog come along and poop by each tree. So now you got dirty tree and a turd, dirty tree and a turd, and dirty tree and a turd, which make one hundred.'
The Cajun is now the new supervisor.
5 comments:
that is a great story! thanks for sharing it with us. it gave me a good laugh! and you didn't even need to add lol. for some reason it bugs me when i see that. heck, i don't need to be told when to laugh lout loud ;-)
teresa
I should know better, anyone landing on this blog has to have a great sense of humor, that includes you Teresa!
Now weez no you be doin backato righin.
Funny story! Thanks. But the illustrations are missing, at least when I just now looked.
Saludos,
Don Cuevas
PS: This summer, I started a blog of my caving memoirs, but I got to a point where I suddenly ran dry. There was plenty of good material, but I lacked the motivation to organize it. I hope that my motivation will return.
DC
One for you:
A blond female police officer pulls over a blond gal in a
convertible sports car for speeding.
She walks up to the car and asks the
blond for her driver's license.
The blond convertible driver searches through her purse in vain.
Finally she asks, "What does it look like?"
The blond police officer tells her, "It's that thing with your picture
on it."
The blond driver searches for a few more seconds, pulls out her compact,
opens it and sure enough sees herself. She hands the compact to the blond cop.
After a few seconds looking at the compact, the blond cop rolls her
eyes, hands the compact back to the blond convertible driver and says,
"If you would have told me you were a police officer when I first pulled
you over we could have avoided this whole thing!"
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