The Scottish Farmer

The Scottish Farmer

A Scottish old timer in Scotland, in a bar, talking to a young man.
Old 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.  Piled it for months.  But do they call me
McGregor-the-Fence-Builder? Nooo.."
Then the old man gestured 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 meMcGregor-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 McGregor-the-Pier-Builder? Nooo...
Then the old man looks around nervously, trying to make sure no one is
paying attention. "But ya fuck one goat . . . "