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Paddy's Nostalgia

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

Off we went to our local bar, which is only two blocks from the
house.

I got him a Miller Genuine. He didn't like it - so I drank it.

Then I got him an Old Style, he didn't like it either, so I drank it.

It was the same with the Coors, Bud and Heineken.

By the time we got down to the Jameson's Irish whiskey, I could
hardly push the stroller back home.
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