Reputation precedes accomplishment

Kudos to Kathy in comments for delivering a fine contender for Joke of the Festive Season:

Scottish old timer in a bar talking to a young man:

“Lad look out there to the field. Do ya see that fence? Look how well it’s built. I built that fence stone by stone with me own two hands. I piled it for months. But do they call me McGregor the Fence Builder? Noooo ...”

Then the old man gestured at the bar.

“Look here at the bar. Do you see how smooth and just it is. I planed that surface down by me own achin’ back. I carved that wood with me own hard labour, for eight days. But do they call me McGregor the Bar Builder? Noooooo ...”

Then the old man points out the window.

“Eh laddy, look out to sea. Do ya see that pier that stretches out as far as the eye can see? I built that pier with sweat off me back. I nailed board by board. But do they call me McGregor the Pier Builder? Nooo ...”

Then the old man looks around nervously trying to make sure no one is paying attention.

“But ya fuck one goat ...”