McGregor

Old Man: "Lad, look out there to the field. Do ya see that wall? Look
how well it's built. I built that wall stone by stone with me own two
hands. Piled it for months. But do they call me
McGregor-the-wall-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 labour, 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 sretches 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 goat . . . "