I was reading an article last night about fathers and sons. Suddenly, I had memories come flooding back of the time I took my son out for his first pint.
Off we went to our local pub, which is only two blocks from the house.
Thinking to get him off on the right track, I got him a pint of Guinness.
He didn’t like it, and since you can’t waste something like Guinness, I drank it instead.
Then I got him a pint of Harp Lager.
He didn’t like that, so I had to drink it as well.
It was the same with the 1664 Lager.
Murphy’s Irish Red and Premium Dry Cider followed with the same result.
By the time we got down to the whisky, I could hardly push the stroller back home.
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