....each with a full pint in front of them. A fly buzzed around them and landed in the Canadians beer. Without a second thought the Canadian flicked the surface of his beer, sending the fly and about a third of his beer across the table.
Not to be deterred the fly shook itself off, buzzed around a little more and then landed in the Englishmans beer. "Oh yucky," he said. "Has anyone got a spoon so I can get this disgusting creature out of my drink?" The barmaid handed him a spoon and he delicately removed the offending fly with a spoonful of beer and dropped it in the waste bin in the corner.
It was a tough fly, so it flew out of the wastebin and proceeded to land in the Scotsmans pint. The Scotsman looked at the fly floundering around in his beer, and after a few seconds to prepare himself he suddenly grabbed the wings of the fly between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.
Carefully lifting the fly out of his beer he shook it and shouted:
"Spit it out ye little bugger!"
