An Englishman, an Irishman, and a Scotsman walk into a pub together. They each get a pint of beer, and go sit down in the garden (that's outdoor seating, to us Yanks).
Just as they prepare to enjoy their beer, a cloud of flies swarm, and 3 flies land in the beer - one fly in each glass.
The Englishman looks at his beer in horror, pours it on the ground, and goes to get another - in a clean glass.
The Irishman fishes the fly out of his pint, flicks it at the Scotsman, and starts to drink.
The Scotsman grabs the fly in mid air, takes it and the one from his glass, and holds them both in the air above the beer.
Just as they prepare to enjoy their beer, a cloud of flies swarm, and 3 flies land in the beer - one fly in each glass.
The Englishman looks at his beer in horror, pours it on the ground, and goes to get another - in a clean glass.
The Irishman fishes the fly out of his pint, flicks it at the Scotsman, and starts to drink.
The Scotsman grabs the fly in mid air, takes it and the one from his glass, and holds them both in the air above the beer.
Spit! Spit it out, ya wee bastards!
