returning fire:
A Scottish old-timer in Scotland, in a bar, says to a young man,
"Lad, look out there to the field. Do ya see that fence? Look
how well it's built. I built that fence stone by stone with me own
two hands. I piled it for months.
But do they call me McGregor the fence builder? Nooooo.
Then the old man gestured at the bar. "Look here at the bar.
Do ya see how smooth and just it is? I planed that surface
down by me own achin' back. I carved that wood with me own hard
labour, for eight days.
But do they call me McGregor the bar maker? Noooooo.
Then the old man points out the window. "Eh, Laddy, look out
to sea. Do ya see that pier that stretches out as far as the eye
can see? I built that pier with the sweat off me back. I nailed
it board by board.
But do they call me McGregor-the-Pier-Builder? Nooo..."
Then the old man looks around nervously, trying to make sure no one
is paying attention.
"But one lousy sheep..."
A guy comes home from work feeling bad about the day's
> activities. He lays down on the couch and ponders his actions.
> Like most of us, his conscience has two voices; that of his good
> moral side and that of his mischievous side.
>
> While staring at the ceiling, a voice in his head says "don't
> worry about it, a lot of doctors have sex with their patients."
>
> The man tosses and turns in reflection of his actions. Again
> the voice says "don't worry about it, a lot of doctors have sex
> with their patients."
>
> Feeling somewhat relieved, the man begins to relax and feel
> better about himself at which time another voice in head says,
> "but you're a veterinarian."
>
