A man, lost in Ireland late one night, sees a light at her top of a hill. He follows a fence to the top and find an empty pub. He walks up to the bar and order a Guinness.
"Say, what did you think of that fence out there," the bartender asks.
"It's a nice fence," the man replies. "I followed it up the hill."
"I built that fence meself! But did anybody call me Jones the fence builder? Nahhh!"
The man takes a few sips on his beer before the bartender spoke again.
"Say, what do you think of this bar?"
"It's a fine bar," the man replies. "Well made!"
"I built this bar meself! But did anyone ever call me Jones the bar maker? Nahhh!"
The man continues to drink his Guinness. A few minutes later, the bartender engages him in conversation again.
"Say, what did you think of that Guinness I pulled for you?"
"It's a well-pulled Guinness," the man replies.
"I pulled that Guinness meself. But did anyone ever call me Jones the Guinness puller? Nahhhh! But you f**k one goat!"
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