A tired backpacker stops at a pub in Ireland..
He takes a seat at the bar, noticing the only other person there is a large Irish man with a very bushy beard. He orders a drink from the bartender and notices the Irish man shift in his seat. The Irish man begins to speak in a thick Irish accent.
“You see this bar here? I built it with me own two hands. I chopped the wood, dragged it miles back to this pub. I sanded it down, varnished it until it was sparkling, but do you think they call me McGreggor the Bar Builder? NO!“
The backpacker glances at the bartender, who shrugs back at him. They continue to drink in silence until, once again, the Irish man pipes up.
“You see that stone wall just out the window? I carved that stone with me own two hands. Rolled through the rain and mud, stacked upon each other. Sturdier than any other wall ever built. But do you think they call me McGreggor the Wall Builder? NO!“
Thinking that McGreggor has finished his speech, the backpacker stands up and begins to leave. The Irish man grabs him by the shirt and pulls him close. He’s much quieter this time.
“You see that pier out there on the water? I constructed that pier with me own two hands. I drove each piling down into the ground, far enough that it would last a lifetime. Do you think they call me McGreggor the Pier Builder? NO!“
The Irish man lets go of the backpacker, trying to gain his composure. He stares the backpacker in the eyes, releasing a mighty roar.
“BUT YOU FUCK ONE GOAT!”