Lawyer, there's a fly in my water!

Have you heard this joke:

Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!
Don't worry sir, the spider on the breadroll will get him!


How about this one:

Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!
Force of habit, sir. Our chef used to be a tailor.

Or maybe this one:

Waiter, why is there a bee in my soup?
Sorry, sir. It's the fly's day off.


When I was a kid, I used to be a huge fan of cheesy jokes (I grew out of the tendency sometime last week, although I acknowledge that a relapse is possible). I collected all sorts of bad puns, double-entendres, and borsht-belt groaners. I knew dozens of knock-knocks, Tom Swifties, and, yes, fly jokes. Yet, for all the jokes I remember, here's one that I never heard:

Judge, judge, there are two flies in my bottled water!
Yes sir, now here's your $343,000.