I will go on to our colloquial: so, guys, remember - the status is won by labor and work, and not by a fox, a fashionable hairstyle, a stunt and a drink from a smoothie in a glass.

An old Scottish man complains to a close friend:

“I, John McMurray, built two good, strong bridges across the river. Whole
The village now walks on these bridges and rejoices. But nobody, nobody
Call me "John the Bridge Builder"!

I, John McMurray, when our village was attacked by the ugly at night.
The Englishman jumped out of the house and killed twelve enemies.
There are only two scratches. But nobody, nobody calls me "John
The Brave Warrior"

I, John McMurray, am a skilled carpenter. I had so many swords.
Our grandchildren will not lack them. But nobody, nobody
It is "John the Knight of Swords".

But I had to fuck a sheep once.