A Scottish gentleman was heard to hold forth in a public establishment.
"D'ye see that fence over there?" asked the man, pointing out the window. "I built that fence with my own two hands. I cut the wood and set each post. And do they call me Angus the Fence Setter? Nae, they dinnae!"
He took a large pull at his pint and pointed to a nearby barn outside.
"An' d'ye see that barn over there? I helped raise that barn. I pulled my weight and more to raise it upright, facing the heavens. And do they call me Angus the Barn Builder? Nae!"
Another libation. He warmed to his topic.
"You see that road out there?" He pointed with his crook out the door. "I built that road, each mile of it, by the sovereign sweat of my ain brow. And do they call me Angus the Road Paver? They dae no'!"
A deep and bitter draft made its way down his gullet.
"But you go and fuck just ONE goat..."