Slick 60's

I was reading an article last night about fathers and sons,

and 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 and the Bud and the Leinies.

By the time we got down to the Irish whiskey,

I could hardly push the stroller back home.

Maybe you should have started first with
" Mikes hard Gatoraid"

come to think of it, a stroller could of come in handy some night at SS5.............