After a long cricket match an Englishman, an Irishman, and a Scotsman went to Ye Olde Fighting Cocks to quench their mighty thirsts. They arrived, found places at the bar, and all three ordered up a pint of Guinness Stout each.
The bar keeper set them up but before they could pick them up, three flies alighted on the brews. One in each glass.
The Englishman was appalled. He quickly pushed the glass away from him saying, “Good Lord, my beer’s been ruined. I’ll not drink that.”
The Irishman, being of stouter stuff, blew the fly off the top of the brew. Then taking a hearty swig said, “Be a man, it only adds a bit of flavor.”
The Scotsman suddenly flew into a rage. He grabbed the fly by the wings and shaking it madly screamed, “Spit it out; spit it out, ya wee bastid.”