An old one I probably learned here:
An Englishman, a Scotsman and an Irishman are sitting at a bar drinking beer.
A fly lands in the Englishman’s beer. The Englishman looks disgusted, pushes his beer aside and calls for another one.
The next thing you know, the pesky fly lands in the Scotsman’s beer. The Scotsman doesn’t look too pleased either, but he removes the fly with a casual flick of his finger and keeps drinking.
Just then, the Irishman notices that the fly has landed in his beer. Turning bright red with irritation, the Irishman reaches into his glass, pinches the fly in between two fingers and yells at him, “spit it out, you wee bastard, spit it out!”
“spit it out, you wee bastard, spit it out!”
I was expecting “so the Irishman to drink all three beers.”