Post by steamboat on Jan 24, 2017 7:21:18 GMT 10
When reading an article last night about fathers and sons, memories came
flooding back to the time I took me son out for his first pint.
Off we went to our local pub only two blocks from the cottage.
I got him a Guinness. He didn't like it, so I drank it.
Then I got him a Kilkenny's, he didn't like that either, so I drank it.
Finally, I thought he might like some Harp Lager? He didn't. I drank it.
I thought maybe he'd like whiskey better than beer so we tried a Jameson's, nope!
In desperation, I had him try that rare Redbreast, Ireland's finest. He
wouldn't even smell it.
What could I do but drink it!
By the time I realized he just didn't like to drink, I was so feckin' shit-faced I could hardly push his stroller back home.
flooding back to the time I took me son out for his first pint.
Off we went to our local pub only two blocks from the cottage.
I got him a Guinness. He didn't like it, so I drank it.
Then I got him a Kilkenny's, he didn't like that either, so I drank it.
Finally, I thought he might like some Harp Lager? He didn't. I drank it.
I thought maybe he'd like whiskey better than beer so we tried a Jameson's, nope!
In desperation, I had him try that rare Redbreast, Ireland's finest. He
wouldn't even smell it.
What could I do but drink it!
By the time I realized he just didn't like to drink, I was so feckin' shit-faced I could hardly push his stroller back home.