A couple of men are at a bar when a fly lands in all three of their drinks.
The Englishmen calls for the tender and demands a replacement drink.
The Scotsman pinches the fly, tosses it aside, and chugs the drink.
The Irishman carefully picks up the fly, holds him delicately over the cup, and whispers menacingly "Ye best spit it all out right now, ye fookin bastard."
Hmmmm... loaded potatoes maybe?
I remember a saying about God inventing whiskey to keep the Irish from taking over the world.
A couple of men are at a bar when a fly lands in all three of their drinks.
The Englishmen calls for the tender and demands a replacement drink.
The Scotsman pinches the fly, tosses it aside, and chugs the drink.
The Irishman carefully picks up the fly, holds him delicately over the cup, and whispers menacingly "Ye best spit it all out right now, ye fookin bastard."