Two Scotsmen are sitting on a hill. They are drinking some beer and reminiscing about their youth. ""Macalister, look at our town, I've built a third of those building, so many would be homeless without my work, but do they call me Shamus the builder?"" ""No Shamus they don't."" Replied his friend. So they sit on the hill a while longer, sipping their beer. Till Shamus breaks the silence. ""Macalister, I go to church every Sunday, Tithed my wages, read the scripture nightly and say grace before every meal, but do they call me Shamus the Pious?"" ""No Shamus they don't. ""Replied his friend. So they sit for a while longer, it's getting late, Macalister gets up to leave when Shamus says. ""Macalister, even now, in my age, I still sow my seeds, and reap my harvest, my wheat feeds this town Macalister, but do they call me Shamus the farmer?"" ""No Shamus they don't."" Replied his friend ""But ya screw ONE GOAT!""