An American, an Englishman and a Scot are at a bar. Each of them orders a beer. As the bartender sets their drinks in front of them, three flies buzz in and each of them land in a beer. The American pushes his drink toward the bartender and says, “There’s a fly in my drink. Pour me another.” The Englishman picks the fly out, shrugs and takes a drink. A sudden noise makes them glance over at the Scot, who is holding the fly over his drink and pinching it, saying “Spit it out, ye wee thievin’ bastard!”
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