MacGregor
A young Irishman sits down for a pint at his local pub, and soon the Scot on the stool next to him strikes up a conversation.
You see the beautiful bar you're seated at? I planed it down with me own achin' back. But do they call me 'MacGregor the Bar-maker?' No. And he takes a drink of his whiskey.
You see that long, stone fence in the distance? I built that fence by meself, stone upon stone. But do they call me 'MacGregor the Fence-maker?' No. And he takes a drink of his whiskey.
But you fuck one goat...
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