A couple are vacationing in Scotland.

As they sit at a
neighborhood pub in a small village, a big guy sitting next
to them mutters gloomily to himself.

Finally he turns to
them and growls, pointing out the window:
"You see that house down the road there?"

They nod. "I built
it myself! Every board and nail. Now d'ye think folks around
here should call me Hamish the House-builder?"

They shrug and say, "I suppose so."

"In fact," he continues, "I would say I've built half the
houses around here, singlehandedly! Shouldn't they be callin'
me Hamish the House-builder? Shouldn't they?"

They answer "Yeah, guess they should."

He glares into his beer and grumbles "Aye, that they should.
BUT... ye go an' fuck just ONE sheep..."