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An Englishman, Irishman and Scotsman went into a bar and ordered a whisky each.
They were just about to sip on their lovely malts when three flies buzzed in and plop, plop, plop, they each fell into a glass.
Well the Englishman is so repulsed he pushes his way.
The Irishman fishes his out and continues drinking quite unperturbed.
The Scotsman picks the fly out of his glass and holds it up by it's wings, shaking it violently shrieking at it:
"Spit it oot, spit it oot ya wee little bastard!!!"
"They often speak of my drinking, but never think of my thirst!' - old Scottish Proverb