Posted on 02/27/2005 10:48:58 AM PST by Extremely Extreme Extremist
A traveler was touring Scotland. He stopped in a pub for a drink in a seaside hamlet. Sitting at the bar was local fellow, rather worn looking bloke, a true Scotsman. The two men get to talking and after a few pints the Scotsman says to the traveler:
"Listen here man... you see this bar here?" he slaps his palm on the bar, "I built this bar with me own two hands. I planed it and sanded it myself, stained it with my own sweat and blood. See how even and just it is? Have you ever seen a nicer bar? But do the people here call me McGregor the bar builder? Noooo....
"Now look outside. See that stone wall there? See how flat the top is and how straight it runs? I built that wall with my own two hands. I carried and set every stone meself. But do they call me McGregor the mason? Nooo!
"And out there in the water... you see that pier? I built that pier too, with my own hands. In all the winter storms, year in and year out, that pier never budges! I made that pier with my own sweat and blood. But do they call me McGregor the pier builder? Nooo."
Then the Scotsman takes a sip of beer and says in a low voice "but you @#^# one sheep . . ."
..I heard Maureen Dowd and/or Helen Thomas are looking.
Is that what they mean by the phrase "Texas Hold 'em"?
Cowpokes and sheepstabbers control the range!
When it comes to sheep and cattle my wife controls the range. I control the BBQ,
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