I read an article last night about fathers and sons, and memories came flooding back bout 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 whisky better than beer so we tried a Jameson's. Nope.

In desperation, I had him try Redbreast, Ireland's finest, rarest whisky.

He wouldn't even smell it.

What could I do but drink it.

By that time I realized he just didn't like to drink, I was so shit-faced I could hardly push his stroller back home.

You'd like Lily The Irish Rovers song about "Lily the Pink."

As Mark Twain said, "An Irishman's stomach is lined with copper. Give him just beer + he'll be dead in a month, but give him whiskey + he'll live forever." I've told this before but several years ago Donald O'Conner was on the Johnny Carson show + Johnny asks him, "Why is it when you ask an Irishman a question he answers with another question?" Donald replies, "Do they now?"

Late night an Irishman staggers around in front of the pub with a carkey in his hand.
A bobby walks up to him and says: "Can i help you sir?"
Drunk: "Yes my good man, they seem to have stolen my car"
Bobby: "Where was it last time you saw it?"
Drunk: "Right here at the end of my key!"
Bobby: "By the way sir, your member is hanging out of your trousers"
Drunk: "AWWW man, they stole my girlfriend too!"