First drink.

was reading an article last night
about fathers and sons, and memories came flooding back to the time I took
my son out for his first pint.





Off we
went to our local pub which was only two blocks from the
house.



I got
him an imported Moosehead. He didn't like it – so I drank
it.



Then I
got him another, a Keith’s, he didn't like that one either, so I drank
it.



It was
the same with the Coors and the Bud.



By the
time we got down to the whiskey,





I could
hardly push the stroller back home.
 


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