Gee, change that “her” in the headline to “his”, and already your mind goes to the worst possible interpretation.
As in the Scottish Rolling Stones: “Hey, MacLeod! Get offa mah ewe!” :P
So a man walks into a bar, and sits down. He starts a conversation with an old guy next to him. The old guy has obviously had a few. He says to the man:
“You see that dock out there? Built it myself, hand crafted each piece, and it’s the best dock in town! But do they call me “McGregor the dock builder”?
No!
And you see that bridge over there? I built that, took me two months, through rain, sleet and scoarching weather, but do they call me “McGregor the bridge builder”?
No!
And you see that pier over there, I built that, best pier in the county! But do they call me “McGregor the pier builder”?
No!”
But you f**k one sheep...