Private Petey was walking with his son. "Son," he began, "let me tell you why you must be so careful in life."
"See that wall over there?" he said pointing to a small, yet fine stone wall, "I built that wall. Carried and laid each stone myself. But do they call me, 'Private Petey the Wall Builder'? No, they don't."
"Now look there, son," he continued, pointing at a small dock by the riverfront, "Built that dock myself. Hammered each post, matched each plank, and now everyone uses that dock. Now, do they call me, 'Private Petey the Dock Builder'? No, they don't."
"But you f u c k one goat..."


