While reading an article last night about fathers and sons, memories came flooding back to the time I took my 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, he didn’t. I drank it.
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 realised he just didn’t like to drink, I was so shit-faced I could hardly push his stroller back home.
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A dog walks into a pub, and takes a seat.
He says to the barman, “Can I have a pint of lager and a packet of crisps please”.
The barman says, “Wow, that’s amazing! You should join the circus!”
The dog replies, “Why? Do they need electricians?”
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The son of a financier bursts into his father’s office and says,
“Dad, lend me $5,000.”
“What for?” his father asks.
“I’ve got a sure tip on the market.”
“How much could we make?” his father asks.
“I’d say at least $2,000 – that’s $1,000 for each of us.”
“OK, son. Here’s $1,000,” his father said. “Let’s consider that we have made the deal and it has succeeded. You make $1,000, and I save $4,000.”
