A Scottish old timer is in a bar, talking to a young man.
"Lad, look out there to the field. Do ya see that fence? Look how
well it's built. I built that fence stone by stone with me own two
hands. I piled it for months. But do they call me McGregor-the-Fence-Builder? Nooo..."
Then, the old man gestures at the bar. "Look here at the bar. Do ya see how smooth and just it is? I planed that surface down by me own achin' back. I carved that wood with me own hard labour, for eight days.
But, do they call me McGreggor-the-Bar-builder? Nooo..."
Then, the old man points out the window. "Eh, Laddy, look out to
sea... Do ya see that pier that stretches out as far as the eye can
see? I built that pier with the sweat off me back. I nailed it board
by board.
But do they call me McGreggor-the-Pier-Builder? Nooo..."
Then the old man looks around nervously, making certain that no one is paying attention.
"But ya fuck one goat..."
"Lad, look out there to the field. Do ya see that fence? Look how
well it's built. I built that fence stone by stone with me own two
hands. I piled it for months. But do they call me McGregor-the-Fence-Builder? Nooo..."
Then, the old man gestures at the bar. "Look here at the bar. Do ya see how smooth and just it is? I planed that surface down by me own achin' back. I carved that wood with me own hard labour, for eight days.
But, do they call me McGreggor-the-Bar-builder? Nooo..."
Then, the old man points out the window. "Eh, Laddy, look out to
sea... Do ya see that pier that stretches out as far as the eye can
see? I built that pier with the sweat off me back. I nailed it board
by board.
But do they call me McGreggor-the-Pier-Builder? Nooo..."
Then the old man looks around nervously, making certain that no one is paying attention.
"But ya fuck one goat..."
