An Englishman, a Scot, and an Irishman walk into a pub together on a summer evening and each orders a pint. Being a warm night, the pub's doors and windows are open. Simultaneously, three flies buzz in and dive into each of the men's ales.
The Englishman looks at the fly and asks the barkeep to draw him a new pint.
The Scot picks the fly out and says, "I'm not about to waste a perfectly good beer, laddies."
The Irishman picks up the fly by its wings and yells, "Spit it out! Spit it out!"
The Englishman looks at the fly and asks the barkeep to draw him a new pint.
The Scot picks the fly out and says, "I'm not about to waste a perfectly good beer, laddies."
The Irishman picks up the fly by its wings and yells, "Spit it out! Spit it out!"