An old-timer in Scotland was sipping on a Sierra Nevada Porter and talking to a young man...
Old man "Laddy, look out there at that fence o'er yonder. Do ya' see that fence? I built that fence stone by stone with me own hands. I piled it for months! But do they call me McGreggor-the-fence-builder? Nooooo..."
Then he pointed to the bar. "Look at this here bar. Do ya' see how smooth and just it is? I planed the surface down by me own achin' back. I carved the wood with me own hard labour, for eight days! But do they call me McGreggor-the-bar-builder? Nooo..."
Then he pointed out the window. "Eh, laddy, look out to sea. Do ya' see that pier that stretches 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 McGreggor-the-pier-builder? Noooo..."
Then he looked behind him to make sure no one was paying attention.
"But ya' f@#k one sheep..."