An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scot are all sharing a friendly pint together in the local pub. Coincidentally three flies which had been buzzing round their table dropped one into each glass, plip, plop, plunk. Like that.

"Blimey", cries the Englishman and waves for the barman's attention. "Excuse me good man, but there appears to be a fly in my ale. Could I get another"?

"Faith and begora", is heard from the Irishman as he gingerly scoops the insect from his glass with a spoon and continues drinking.

Both then look to the Scot who can be seen holding the offender over his own glass and screaming, "Spet et oot ye wee basturd. SPET ET OOOOT"!

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