A Brit, a Scott, and an Irishman... So a Britt, a Scott, and an Irishman walk into a bar. They all sit down and order their ales of choice. While they are talking, a fly dives into each of their ales. Disgusted, the Brit says, "Bartender a new ale please" and continues drinking his new ale. The Scott looks at the fly in his ale and couldn't be bothered and says, "Ah to hell with it" and drinks the whole thing, fly and all. When the Irishman notices his fly he pulls the fly out of the ale, violently squeezes it and yells, "Spit it out you damn bugger! Spit it out!"
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