A man passing through a rural village walks into the local tavern...

A man passing through a rural village walks into the local tavern. He sits down and is soon greeted by the bartender. The bartender pours him a beer as he sees the man admiring the craftsmanship of the bar.

"You see this bar?" asks the bartender. "I crafted this with my own two hands. I cut the timber myself, I chiseled it myself, and sanded it myself. But do you think anyone calls me Joe the Carpenter? No, no. They don't."

The man shakes his head, sympathizing with the bartender, and continues to drink his beer as the bartender points out the window. "You see that rock wall around the entrance?" The man nodded. "I built that too. I found the stone myself. I carried it all the way to town. I mixed the mortar and I laid and shaped the stone all on my own. It's a beautiful wall and I am very proud of it. But do you think anyone calls me Joe the Stonemason?" the bartender asked, "No! Nobody calls me that!"

"But I fuck ONE goat..."

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