Irishman's first drink with his son
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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 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 drunk, I could hardly push his stroller back home. I'll get my coat. :sigh:
Once you lose your pride the rest is easy. In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you. – Buddha
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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 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 drunk, I could hardly push his stroller back home. I'll get my coat. :sigh:
Once you lose your pride the rest is easy. In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you. – Buddha
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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 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 drunk, I could hardly push his stroller back home. I'll get my coat. :sigh:
Once you lose your pride the rest is easy. In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you. – Buddha
Had to check, I thought this was post from Michael Martin!
Imperative to Functional Programming Succinctly Contributors Wanted for Higher Order Programming Project!
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Had to check, I thought this was post from Michael Martin!
Imperative to Functional Programming Succinctly Contributors Wanted for Higher Order Programming Project!
It was...And before him others...Leslie the first (last) in line :-)
Skipper: We'll fix it. Alex: Fix it? How you gonna fix this? Skipper: Grit, spit and a whole lotta duct tape.
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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 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 drunk, I could hardly push his stroller back home. I'll get my coat. :sigh:
Once you lose your pride the rest is easy. In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you. – Buddha
