A tale of dwarven woe.

A night elf, a worgen and a dwarf walk into a bar; a rather rundown, dirty establishment in a dark corner of Duskwood. Each orders a pint of beer.

The elf sees a fly in his beer and pushes it away in disgust. "I cannot drink this filth! Bring me a fresh brew in a new glass!"

The worgen also sees a fly floating in his pint; he shrugs, flicks away the fly and takes a swig of his beer.

Then the dwarf spots a fly in his own pint. He leaps to his feet, picks out the fly and begins squeezing it, crying, "SPIT IT OUT, YEH WEE BASTARD! SPIT IT OUT!"

rofl but how dare you accuse me of serving beer with flies in it!

Hehe nice one. Aye if Croj's behind the bar you better inspect your mug. He accidently served pee to Otacustes once =(

"accidentally". Suuuureeee.

Hahahaha, that joke was bloody brilliant!

Heard this before looong ago, actually being a nelf a human and a dwarf in goldshire