An Englishman, a Scott and an Irishman walk into a sleazy bar. There are drunks passed out on the floor and flies buzzing around but they all three belly-up to the bar. Each of them orders a pint of "the black stuff" and, as chance would have it, a fly lands in each of their beers.
The Englishman pushes his pint away and tells the barkeep to bring him another.
The Scott doesn't even notice the fly and drinks it down with his stout.
The Irishman deftly grabs his fly by the wings and holds it over his beer yelling, "Spit it out, ya bastard!!"
Friday, November 03, 2006
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I was told at FUBAR last night that this joke is so old, it may actually pre-date the invention of Guinness. Oh well.
My Irish grandfather's ghost insists that you got the Scot and the Irishman reversed in telling the joke.
The ghost of my Scottish great-grandfather says... Well, actually I don't have any idea what he says, because I can't understand a single word.
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