Originally Posted by HeadCockFan
My dad pulled a fast one on me and drank 5 of my 6 beers, and returned bottles and caps to the holder. I just drank the last one and went back for that crucial second beer, and was peeeeeassed to find all empties.
So I had to scrounge. All I have is Don Q rum, which is good, but no classic mixers. I had one Fresca for carbonation, but it lacks that sweet kick needed for rum. I also have no ice currently. So, I cut up one of my son's grape popsicles and bam, my wife and I agree, that is one sexy ass drank. I call it a Barney.
I see in this thread perfect symmetry. Two fathers wrong two sons. Beautiful. Each pair of ancestry or progeny can view themselves as partners in thoughts, cares and feelings - in wronging or being wronged.
But HeadCockFan, availing yourself of the poetry of relation existing among you, you did, with or without premeditated purpose what as a man of honor you ought not have done! You pursued a course of conduct which, but for the virtue and firmness of being the dearest to the offended party, could have destroyed the entire family. By grace only, you failed to do the injury you recklessly and blindly perpetrated. P.S. - Titties