An Irishman's first drink with his son
While 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 I tried a Tullamore Dew.
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 fookin' shit-faced I could hardly push his stroller back home!
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