Fella livin in NYC went to Scotland one year, to the town where his mother and father had grown up before emigrating to America.
As he drove into town, he crossed a beautiful bridge, complete with handcarved rails.
Just a bit more into town was a magnificent church, obviously built recently, but in the traditional sense, much friezes, carvings, etc.
Seeing a pub, he decided to have a drink. The man next to him was quite morose, downing 2 fingers of scotch every 2 minutes. So he asked, hey everything ok?
The man replies "I made the bar here, when I was 16. First big project I ever did. It was beautiful. But do they call me Angus, the bar builder?"
"No."
"I build the church, down the street. Single handedly. Took 10 years. But do they call me Angus, the church builder?"
"No."
"That bridge into town, I made. And do they call me Angus, the bridge builder??!!"
At this point the drunk man was frothing.
"No, but you fuck ONE goat!!!!!"
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