| platypus |
05-01-2003 06:35 AM |
What are you known for?
A tourist was pub-hopping in Scotland, and stopped at one in a small town. The only other patron in the place sat at the end of the bar, obviously depressed. The tourist drank his first pint, got another, and went over to the patron to inquire about his lament.
"Why so sad, pal?"
"Aw, ya wouldn't want to hear."
"That's alright, go ahead and tell me"
The patron gazed wistfully out the window, and said, "Well, me name's MacGregor, and I'm a stone mason by trade. I've built many things in this town, all by myself, all with heavy field stones. See that pier in the harbor? I built it me self. Took over a year. But do they call me 'MacGregor the Pier Builder?' Nah. And take a look the roads in this town. Built most of 'em me self. Took years. But do they call me 'MacGregor the Road Builder?' Nah. But you fuck just one goat..."
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