An Englishman, a Welshman, and a Scotsman were
sitting in a pub one day, each enjoying a pint. All of a sudden, three flies appeared,
each landing simultaneously in each of the pints.
The Englishman turned up his nose, pushed the pint away, then went off to order a fresh
one.
The Welshman reached in, grabbed the fly, flicked it away, then continued drinking.
The Scotsman reached in, grabbed the fly, looked it straight in the face, and growled,
"Spit it oot, ye bastard!" |
