St. Patrick's Day Joke - Irish Calculating...

Irish Calculating?

Murphy and O'Brien go out into the woods where they come to a clearing and see an
abandoned well.

"I wonder how deep this well is?" Murphy asks.

O'Brien answers, "There's one way we could figure it out."

"What's that?" asks Murphy.

O'Brien explains, "We drop something down it, we time how long it takes to hit the bottom,
we multiply that times 32 feet per second squared, the rate at which objects fall in a
vacuum, subtract a little for wind resistance, and we've got the depth of the well."

"What are you going to drop down it?" Murphy asks.

Then O'Brien looks all around and he sees this big, heavy log lying on the ground. Next he
squats down by the log and, using his legs correctly, he gets it up onto his shoulders and
staggers over to the edge of the well, tips it up, and drops it into the well. They start to
count, "One hippopotamus, two hippopotamus, three... "

SPLASH!!!!

"Three seconds!" yells Murphy.

O'Brien says, "Quick, multiply that, times 32 feet per second squared!"

"288 feet!" Murphy answers.

"Subtract a little for wind resistance, let's say 18 feet. The depth of that well is 270
feet deep."

As he is finishing the calculations, Murphy shouts, "LOOK OUT!!", and pushes O'Brien
backwards as a goat runs between them and jumps head first down the well.

"I've never seen anything like that!" Murphy exclaims.

Just then a farmer walks into the clearing and says, "What's going on here boys?"

O'Brien says, "We just figured out the depth of this well to be about 270 feet deep and
then the strangest thing happened. A goat ran between the two of us and jumped head
first down into the well."

"Thank heaven it wasn't one of my goats," the farmer says.

"How do you know it wasn't?" asks Murphy.

And the farmer says, "Because all of my goats are tethered to big, heavy logs."