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A Scottish old timer in Scotland, in a bar, talking to a young man.

Old Man speaks:

"Laddie, 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 McGreggor-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 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, trying to make sure no one is paying attention.

"But ya f##k just ONE goat . . . "