Brit owned a pub in the London, and in the summertime a swarm of flies seemed to just hover over the buffet table. This had been going on for about a month.

Santa, the neighborhood mooch, walked in one day.

"I`m not giving you another free beer!" Brit hollered, as he noticed Santa.

Santa was not without a plan, however. He approached Brit and offered him a deal.

"I`ve been noticing these flies for the last weeks. If you`ll give me a shot, I`ll kill every one of them for you."

Brit gave him the agreed-upon shot. Once he had downed it, Santa got up and headed for the door.

"All right," he shouted, "send them out - one at a time!"