While reading an article about fathers and sons drinking together…
… I realized, after all this time, that I had never taken my son out for a drink.
So off we went to our local bar, which was only two blocks from the house.
I got him a Guinness. He didn’t like it, so I drank it.
Then I got him a Killian’s. He didn’t like that either, so I drank it.
Losing hope, I ordered him a Harp Lager. Nope, he didn’t like that neither. I drank it.
I thought maybe he’d like whiskey better than beer so we tried a Jameson’s. Nope, no cigar!
In desperation, I had him try that 25 year old Glenfiddich. The bar’s finest scotch.
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 shit-faced I could hardly push his stroller back home!
