While reading an article about fathers and sons drinking together, I realized that after all this time, 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 Budweiser.
He didn’t like it, so I drank it.
Then I got him a Miller Lite.
He didn’t like that either, so I drank it.
Losing hope, I ordered him a Coors.
Nope, he didn’t like that either.
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 Maker’s Mark 46 – The bar’s finest whiskey.
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!
