A young man is backpacking through the highlands of Scotland...

... and he stops at a pub to get a drink. The only people in there are the barman and an old man sitting at the bar with a beer in hand.

The young man wanders in and orders a pint before taking a seat next to the old man. For a while there is silence, then the old man points to the bar and says "You see this bar? I built this bar with my bare hands. Sourced the finest wood in the county. Gave it as much love as my own child. But do they call me McGregor the bar builder? No."

Confused, the young man returns to his drink.

Then, pointing out the window, the old man says again, "You see that stone wall yonder? I built that with my very own hands, picked and carried every stone through wind and rain and snow, but do they call me McGregor the stone wall builder? Not a chance."

Then the old man points out the other window and continues, "You see that pier by the lake? I built the whole thing on me own. Drove the pilings in against the sand and the waves, plank by plank I toiled. But in god's name do they call me McGregor the pier builder? NO."

The bar returns to silence, until the old man speaks up once more.

"But you fuck just one goat..."