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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 McGreggor-the-Fence-Builder? Noooooooooo…””
Then the old man gestures toward the bar. “”Look there at the bar. Do ya see how smooth and just it is? I planed that surface down with 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? Nooooooooooo…””
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? Nooooooooooooo…””
Then the old man looks around nervously, trying to make sure no one is paying attention. “”But ya fuck one goat…!””
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