“You fuck one goat…”
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
"... and you're always that guy that fucked a goat."
A man walks into a pub and sits next to an old codger. The Old Codger is mumbling to himself and seems to be upset about something so The Man says to him "What’s on your mind, my friend?"
The Old Codger turns to him and asks "Did you see that wall on the edge of town?"
The Mans says "Yes, it is a fine wall, nicely built and straight as an arrow"
The Old Codger says "Well I built that wall with my own two hands, all by myself. But do they call me Seamus the Stone Mason? No." Then he asks The Man "And did you see the iron gate in that wall?"
The Man says "Yes, it's a beautiful gate"
The Old Codger says "I built that too, with my own two hands. But do they call me Seamus the Ironsmith? No. What do you think of this bar we’re sitting at?"
The Man says "It's a work of true craftsmanship. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a finer bar anywhere."
The Old Codger replies "I built that with my own two hands too, but do they call me Seamus the Carpenter? No. But you fuck just one goat…"
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
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