Subject: Never for the good things...

An old Scottish guy in a bar was complaining to a man sitting next to him,
   "D'ye see that barn outside that window? I built that barn with me own
two hands. Worked night and day to finish it. Do they call me the man who
builds barns? No."
   "Outside that other window, d'ye see that fence that stretches as far
as the eye can see? I built that fence with me own two hands. But do they
call me the man who builds fences? No, of course not."
   "And down at the ocean, there's a pier that extends as far as ye can see
into the horizon. I built that pier with me own two hands. And do they
call me the man who builds piers? Not a chance.
   "But you fuck one goat..".