So a man walks into a pub, and sits down. He starts a conversation with an old farmer next to him. The old farmer has obviously had a few. He says to the man:
"You see that bridge over there? I built that, took me two months, through rain, sleet, but do they call me "Ol’ Farmer Jones the bridge builder"? No! And you see that wall over there, I built that, longest wall in the county! But do they call me "Ol’ Farmer Jones the wall builder"? No!"
The old farmer looks around, and makes sure that nobody is listening, and leans to the man, and he says:
"but you feck one sheep..."