I was philosophizing with my oldest one this evening and I let her into a little secret that has haunt me all my life, I'm not a really manly man.
<!!!> What are you talking about dad?
I told her about what I remember of my father, a real manly man. My father use to come from work and he would serve himself a glass of whiskey on the rocks then go back outside and work on his car, he would due his thing. I remember he use to wash the sparks of the car in gasoline and if he needed super glue he would mix a couple of duraplex pieces and gasoline and voilà, super glue! I remember this cause I tried to drink whiskey and I noticed it puts me to sleep and the taste? Yuck!!! I like cocktails, sweet drinks. As for working in cars? Nope! Wouldn't know a carburetor if it bit me in the ass...
My daughter just laugh and confirmed that I am not a very good drinker...if she only knew....
Take care!
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