I was in an empty bar.

The only other person in it besides the barkeep was this old man sitting at the other end. After a few minutes of silence, he looks up and asks me, "Do you know what they call me?"

"No. What do they call you?"

"You see this bar here? Well I built it. Cut the lumber and brought it over here myself. It took me days. But no one calls me Bill the barbuilder."

"You see that wall outside? I built that. I cut the stones from the quarry and brought them here. I put it all together by hand. It took me weeks. But no one calls me Bill the wallbuilder."

"And that dock down by the water? I built that too. I cut trees into planks and made the rivets from scrap. I brought it all here and lashed it together while the waves crashed down on me. It took me months. But no one calls me Bill the dockbuilder."

"But you fuck ONE goat..."




Edit: wording