[enkeivette]

A guy sits in the corner of a bar, by the window, drinking by himself. Obviously depressed. The bar tender walks over and asks him,
B: "What's wrong?"
To which he replies,
M: "Aye, I'm McMulligan."
The bartender gives him a confused look.
M: "Oh, you haven't heard of me?"
(Pauses for a second)
M: "You see that house over there on the prarie? I built that house with me own two hands, brick by brick, stone by stone. And when I walk into town do people say: "There goes McMulligan, builder of houses, house builder!"? No. You see that church over there on the field? I built that church with me own two hands, brick by brick, stone by stone. And when I walk by do people say: "There goes McMulligan, builder of churches, church builder!"? (Shaking his head) ...No. ...But you f*ck one sheep..." (Holding his index finger up)