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From: Michael Nelson <nelson@seahunt.imat.com>
Date: Fri, 27 Dec 1996 20:10:01 -0800 (PST)
To: duncan@substance.com, keithcla@netcom.com, rrc@myrddin.imat.com,
rick@hugin.imat.com, patrick@coffeenet.net
Subject: The Scottish Old Timer
A Scottish old timer was in a bar, talking to a young man. "Lad," he
said, "look out there to the field. Do ye see that fence? Look how
well it's built. I built that fence stone by stone with me ain two
hands. Piled it for months. But do you think they call me
McGregor-the-Fence-Builder? Noooooooo."
Then the old man gestured at the bar. "Look here at the bar. Do ye see
how smooth and just it is? I planed that surface down by me ain achin'
back. I carved that wood with me own hard labour, for eight days. But
do they call me McGregor-the-Bar-Builder? Noooooooo."
Then the old man points out the window. "Eh, Laddy, look out to sea. Do
ye see that pier that stretches out as far as the eye can see? I built
that pier with the sweat off me ain back. I nailed it board by board.
But do they call me McGregor-the-Pier-Builder? Nooooooooo."
The old man then looked around nervously, making sure no one was
eavesdropping, "But ye fuck one goat . . . "