An Irishman, an Englishman and a Scotsman go into a pub and each order a pint of Guinness. Just as the bartender hands them over, three flies buzz down, and one lands in each of the pints. The Englishman looks disgusted, pushes his pint away and demands another pint. The Scotsman picks out the fly, shrugs and takes a long swallow. The Irishman reaches into the glass, pinches the fly between his fingers and shakes him while yelling, "Spit it out, ya bastard! Spit it out!"
And another one just so you can have a nice laugh.
If I had woke my dad at two in the morning and told him he had to come pick me up 'cause I was too drunk to drive home, my dad would have said, 'Well try, anyway. How many beers have you had? Six? What are you, a pussy? Get in that car. Pick up your mom on the way home.'