A cowboy walks into a frontier saloon and sits at the bar. After a few drinks in silence, the old timer sitting next to him turns and says, "You come through the mountains, along the wooded path? Well I cut that path myself! Through rain and sleet and snow, but the ungrateful bastards 'round here don’t call me Billy The Trailblazer now, do they?"
They drink a bit more in silence, then the old timer says, "You see that wolf skin on that there wall? Well I tracked, killed and skinned that murderin’ son of a bitch myself! Shot him twice and still had to finish him with my knife when he pounced, nearly took off my left arm, but the ungrateful bastards 'round here don’t call me Billy The Wolfslayer now, do they?!"
Another drink in silence. Old timer then says, "You see this axe I’m carrying? Well I was given this by the Chief of the Pawnee Nation for brokering peace between our peoples. But the ungrateful bastards 'round here don’t call me Billy The Peacemaker now, do they?!"
The old timer turns to his drink, slams it on the bar and exclaims, "But you f*ck ONE sheep...!"
