A man walks into a pub and sits down next to an old man, who looks pretty sad. He asks him what’s wrong.
The old man replies:
“See this pub? I crafted these bricks in my own kiln, laid the foundations and built the whole thing myself! But do they call me Alan the Bricklayer? No!”
He points out of the window. “See that fence? I chopped down the trees, hammered the nails and put the whole thing together. But do they call me Alan the Fence Builder? No!”
Then he says, “See that beer you’re drinking? I brewed it myself, using my own special recipe that has been handed down through my family for generations. But do they call me Alan the Beer Brewer? No!”
He slammed his fist on the bar and sighed. “But you make love to a sheep one time…”
