OLD SCOTTISH MAN….
July 19th, 2005
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 labor, for eight days. But do they call
me McGregor-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 sheep . . . ”