Read on a Buddhist bulletin board:
A backpacker is traveling through Ireland when it starts to rain. He
decides to wait out the storm in a nearby pub. The only other person at
the bar is an older man staring at his drink. After a few moments of
silence the man turns to the backpacker and says in a thick Irish
"You see this bar? I built this bar with my own bare hands. I cut down
every tree and made the lumber myself. I toiled away through the wind
and cold, but do they call me McGreggor the bar builder? No."
He continued "Do you see that stone wall out there? I built that wall
with my own bare hands. I found every stone and placed them just right
through the rain and the mud, but do they call me McGreggor the wall
"Do ya see that pier out there on the lake? I built that pier with my
own bare hands, driving each piling deep into ground so that it would
last a lifetime. Do they call me McGreggor the pier builder? No."
"But ya fuck one goat.."