MacGregor the Scotsman at the turn of the century was standing at the local pub and hoisting a few brews with a stranger. He said, "See that bridge? I designed that bridge, built it w'me own two hands. But do they call me MacGregor the Bridge builder? No..." "See that stone wall over there? Designed that one, and built it stone by stone. But do they call me MacGregor the wall builder? No..." "See that fence over there? I designed that as well, helped the farmer build it. But do they call me MacGregor the fence builder? No..." "But..." he glanced around and lowered his voice, "ya fuck one goat..."