McGregor the fence builder
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Loading ...I was in a bar one day when I noticed a scot beside me, drinking heavily. I payed no mind, until he leaned over and said to me, in a thick accent,
“Hey laddie, ya see that fence out thar?”
I leaned over to see out the window a beautiful wooden fence, stretching as far as the eye can see. So I nodded my head.
“Well I built that fence wit me own two hands, me own sweat and blood, but do ye think that they call McGregor the fence builder? noooooo”
And so it went. I thought he was pretty wasted, but then he turned to me and said, “Hey laddie, ya see that lake out thar?” Leaning over I saw a large lake dug beyond the fence, so I nodded my head.
“Well I dug that lake wit me own two hands, me own sweat and blood, but do ye think they call me McGregor the lake digger? noooo”
Well this convinced me the poor fellow was pretty far gone. Then, about the time I thought I was home free, he leaned over and in a conspiritorial whisper said, “But you fuck one goat…”
Tags: fence builder, thick accent, wooden fence, sweat and blood, poor fellow
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