My son is such a rule follower I feel i can tell him about my former gutter drunk punk adventures without it inspiring his too much. I told him about living in a city that didn't sell beer on Sunday.
Every Sat. night we made our rounds drinking in punk houses. People would hand me beers and i would try to stash at least one in the butter compartment. Then Sunday would come around and i could make those same rounds retrieving them beers.
"Where did you get that?" me: "The fridge" LOL vegans don need no butter drawers. I told my son that days ago. I forgot all about it.
Until Just now i saw him removing a Barq's Rootbeer from the sparkling water case. Proud? Kinda.
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