EricWiener Posted October 27, 2008 Share Posted October 27, 2008 An old man walks into a pub in Scottland, his feet shuffling, his back bent. He drags himself onto a stool and orders a beer. Placing the full glass in front of him, the bartender inquires upon his sad face. The man answers with a smoky and trembling voice and a Scottish accent: Ah, tell ya man! This pub, this very pub we're just sitting in. I built it, with me own hands! But do they call me the carpenter? Nae! See the wall over there, that protects our town? I built it, with me own hands! But do they call me the mason? Nae! And the bridge, you know, that crosses our river, I built it, with me own hands! But do they call me the bridge maker? Nae! But I tell ya, lad! YOU f*** ONE GOAT! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Schnellders Posted October 27, 2008 Share Posted October 27, 2008 At least spell it right - Scotland, not Scottland Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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