Last night, while my relatives were visiting, my Dad offered my Aunt several free t-shirts that came inside the cases of beer he bought over the past few weeks.
(Just a history note, my Mother’s Father was a severe alcoholic when she was a kid. She was raised with twelve brothers and sisters, and they were completely dirt poor. I’m not joking, they had nothing.)
Auntie Jack looked at my Father with a raised eyebrow and mused: “Why couldn’t they have this sort of deal going on when we were children? We’d all be well clothed.”
Shit, I can’t believe I don’t have any drunk stories to tell you. Internet, I’ve let you down.