The local drunk in a small town stumbles into his favorite establishment and orders a drink, already three sheets to the wind he starts shouting and pointing out the door into the town square. "See that wall? I built that wall! But do they call me 'Smith-the-wall-builder'? No, no they don't!"
The next day he stumbles back in and orders a drink. Soon he is again pointing out into the town square and shouting, "See that mural on that wall? I painted that mural! But do they call me 'Smith-the-mural-painter? No, no they don't."
Now he looks down into his glass, sees that it is empty and orders another. As he stares into the empty glass he mumbles, "but you fuck one goat..."
The next day he stumbles back in and orders a drink. Soon he is again pointing out into the town square and shouting, "See that mural on that wall? I painted that mural! But do they call me 'Smith-the-mural-painter? No, no they don't."
Now he looks down into his glass, sees that it is empty and orders another. As he stares into the empty glass he mumbles, "but you fuck one goat..."