My dad went to a bar with his buddies. He stumbled into my room. He didn’t say anything but,
“Want to do some shots?”
I asked him how many he already had ( Lord knows he did enough shooting with the poor little squirrel outside today).
He took a while to answer (he had to count) and said,
“FOUR!….and 5 beers…and I will KILL you if you tell your mother, But she can’t even tell!”
Nice Dad. It is 5:26 PM.
