"Laddy, look oot there ta the field. Do ya see that fence? Look how well it's built. I built that fence stone by stone with me own two hands. Piled it for months. But do they call me McGregor-the-Fence-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 stretches 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 and mutters under his breath:
"But ya hump one lousy goat . . . "
Cheers!
Full Disclosure:Maybe the Salacious Ping list?
Again, where's the JustDamn! Ping list?
The English have all these jokes about the Welsh. For instance, why do the Welshmen [expletive] their sheep in the missionary position? Answer: so they can kiss them too.