So three lads walked into a pub and ordered a pint: an American, an Irishman, and a Scotsman. Now, this pub was not renowned for its cleanliness, and there were a number of flies buzzing around.
Well, it just so happened (now wasn't this convenient for the joke?) that a fly landed in each of our fellows' drinks.
Appalled, the American dumps out his pint and orders another one.
The Irishman, taking it in stride, picks out the fly, flings it away and continues drinking.
The Scotsman carefully picks the fly out of his drink, holds him up, and giving him a hateful glare says, "Spit it out, ye little bugger."
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