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Posted: 5/8/2024 9:39:40 PM EDT
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I'm pretty sure that's my brother.
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Find around and fuck out.
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Coors or Little Pony Millers my grandpas gave them to us like Kool Aid |
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Somewhere in the middle of hardcore Conservative and Libertarian.
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1Andy2: it's just a question of if we decide to stop throwing coal in the furnace and lean on the brakes or if we're going to blow the boiler up getting to Full Retard'sville.
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We called it "taxes".
When Dad sent us to the fridge to get him a beer, whatever we could drink on the walk back was fair game. |
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I’m a late Boomer, I did, my son as a Gen Xer opened my beer in the garage….America….
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Saablook….SAAB look, former hobby of 1967-1973 Mod 96, 95, and Sonnets…
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I used to steal my old man's beer and chug it down. He didn't think it was funny, neither did my mother.
Me on the other hand thought it hilarious. I did drink pretty heavy through school, and throughout my 20s. As I grew older, I just began to drink less and less. Now I do not drink much at all. Weeks and months nary a drop. Every few days I'll have a drink or a beer. It will take me months to kill a 6er. |
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Originally Posted By OKnativeson: Coors or Little Pony Millers my grandpas gave them to us like Kool Aid View Quote We kept pony millers in the garage fridge, a worker from our family business would often do work at our house from time to time, and that's what he liked. My Dad drank Pearl Light and was WAY too cheap to buy the fancy stuff for himself. So he didn't really keep track of those millers. Almost every Friday I'd treat myself to one in the summer after walking home from school. |
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Dad would fill my huckleberry hound cup to the brim when he came home from 2nd shift. Probably 5-6yrs old.
PBR IIRC He even let me watch Benny hill at 11:30pm. |
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my Dad gave me a swig of Genesee Ale when I was 8.
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My Dad was a Genesee man. He'd finish all but the last couple sips of a bottle, and would let me finish it off.
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Mr. Narrator! This is Bob Dylan to me.
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Born in 1978. Went to kindergarten drunk off a single beer I was such a lightweight.
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1974.I was three the first time I got drunk. Got up in the middle of the night and finished a can of Bud that was left on the coffee table. My mother woke up to me singing Happy Birthday and doing the dishes (with a whole bag of flower dumped in the sink). When she asked what the hell I was doing, I was startled and fell off the chair, landing on my head and splitting it open. Away we went to the hospital where my hugely embarressed mother worked as an ER nurse. The doctor thought it was funny as hell as he stitched me up.
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I'm not lazy, I just really enjoy doing nothing.
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I was always chugging on my ol' man's Coors. It's what was available to keep you from drying out in the desert southwest. |
I can explain it to you but I can't understand it for you.
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PBR as a toddler from my grandfather. Man I miss him.
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Wait. Are you suggesting that there are generations of people who didn't?!
We had a Pabst brewery in town and my mom's family was Catholic. |
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Originally Posted By Dolomite: https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/2048/pbr-1868084.jpg View Quote Granny would let me and my two cousins have the rest of her PBRs Then send us to the store for more and gave us ICE cream money. Store was just down the road from her house. |
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My almost 2 year old tasted my guiness a while back. Thought it would cure him of reaching for my beer. I had th rip it away from him as he was trying to chug as much as he could. Lil bugger lovedit. Now every time i have a beer in a bottle he looks at me and says "Mmmooooorrreeee"
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The mountains are calling, and I must go. -John Muir
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My father had a collection of frosty glass mugs in the freezer, most of them were from the volunteer FD he served with. When he would pour a beer into a mug, there was a swallow or two that wouldn’t fit…that was mine to finish. Usually Genesee Cream Ale or Ballantine Ale.
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"anarcho-tyranny"—They refuse to control real criminals so They control the innocent.
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Originally Posted By FALARAK: We kept pony millers in the garage fridge, a worker from our family business would often do work at our house from time to time, and that's what he liked. My Dad drank Pearl Light and was WAY too cheap to buy the fancy stuff for himself. So he didn't really keep track of those millers. Almost every Friday I'd treat myself to one in the summer after walking home from school. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By FALARAK: Originally Posted By OKnativeson: Coors or Little Pony Millers my grandpas gave them to us like Kool Aid We kept pony millers in the garage fridge, a worker from our family business would often do work at our house from time to time, and that's what he liked. My Dad drank Pearl Light and was WAY too cheap to buy the fancy stuff for himself. So he didn't really keep track of those millers. Almost every Friday I'd treat myself to one in the summer after walking home from school. My friends mom left us single serve sunny d for after school. We put her vodka in it |
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Originally Posted By FreefallRet: My kids didn't, my son did get some tasty drinks on our last Germany trip. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes |
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Toddler? No. But definitely before 7.
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Call sign: Rhino
Murum Aries Attigit |
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Originally Posted By Happy_Hour_Hero: My friends mom left us single serve sunny d for after school. We put her vodka in it View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By Happy_Hour_Hero: Originally Posted By FALARAK: Originally Posted By OKnativeson: Coors or Little Pony Millers my grandpas gave them to us like Kool Aid We kept pony millers in the garage fridge, a worker from our family business would often do work at our house from time to time, and that's what he liked. My Dad drank Pearl Light and was WAY too cheap to buy the fancy stuff for himself. So he didn't really keep track of those millers. Almost every Friday I'd treat myself to one in the summer after walking home from school. My friends mom left us single serve sunny d for after school. We put her vodka in it They now make Sunny D with vodka in it, in a can. My wife loves the stuff. |
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The champagne of beers! I loved hearing my dad's truck come home about 5-6 at night. As soon as he shut the truck down, I was at his door with liquid relief, awaiting my reward!
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Hamm’s…1/4 teaspoon of sugar
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My mom handed me a joint.
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Dad would definitely give me sips of his beer before I was 10. He legit got me tipsy if not full on drunk on a long drive from Pa. To Va.. Mom was not pleased.
ETA. I’ve thought about giving my grandson a sip before. He’s 10. Times have changed and I’d probably get arrested. |
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Of course
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I know for a fact my grandpa was giving me scotch off his finger as an infant and I can remember drinking from their cocktails from as far back as I remember. Me and my cousins started making our own drinks for cocktail hour probably around 8 or 9th grade. Not a bit of alcoholism in the family tree and all very high functioning citizens.
Compare that with the anxiety wracked youth of today. |
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I think my daughter's first two words spoken together were "daddy beer". She made a game of sneaking around my chair and trying to grab my beer. I still laugh at the time she successfully snatched it and teetered on tippy-toes for about 8 steps trying to chug before her mother grabbed her and proceeded to give me hell for laughing so hard.
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Introite! Nam et hic dii sunt.
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We had a picture of a friend's toddler trying to get the last drops from a long neck, we joke that's why she's so difficult now as a middle schooler.
Kharn |
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First beer I had was a shitty Ranier around 11. Kept me away from wanting another beer until my late teens.
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I have no memory of it, but my mother tells the story of how she came inside from mowing the lawn to find me sitting on the kitchen floor giggling for no reason. She had no idea why I was acting that way until she saw the empty beer can on the floor near me.
I'm guessing 3 or 4. It may have been the same year the farmer down the road brought me home when I left the house unnoticed to see his sheep and cows. |
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lol. My Mom treated teething pain with Scotch…
Also had wine at Holiday dinners. By 16 Dad was making me give him money so he could buy me my own twelver… he was sick of me drinking his. 😭 |
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Call me "Phuroah”
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Not a toddler, but I remember when I was about 4 my grandpa took me fishing and he ran a stringer through a 6 pack of Pabst and threw in the lake to keep it cold. It was hot than crap out and humid. He gave me a few swigs, all told maybe half a beer by the time it was all said and done. My mom was not at all happy when he brought me home. It began a lifelong love affair with beer.
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I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.
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My dad let me have a swig of his Coors when I was 4 while he was watching ABC wide world of sports back in 1970. I clearly remember gagging on it right as the ramp skier was wiping out in the beginning of the show. He was lighting up a cigarette as he laughed at my reaction to the taste of beer. Quite a different world than the one we live in now.
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Darren was here.
Is Wayne Brady Gonna Have To Choke A Bitch? |
I came home from school on a hot day opened the fridge and cracked open one of grandpa's beer. I was in kindergarten and why not, grandpa always gave me a swig of beer all of the the time.
My mom was and proceeded to call my dad. Can't forget the cold duck at the holiday meals and cooks on news year. |
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My grandpa used to give me sips of his Scotch.
Really pissed off my mother when he did that. |
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When I was seven, I marched into the living room and told my mom that I was going to have a beer, then marched out.
She didn't believe me, but I grabbed a bottle of my dad's Rolling Rock, got the cap off and drank the whole thing. She found me in the corner of the kitchen, blitzed out of my mind, where I proceeded to throw up. |
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I didn't get my own beer
or anything, but I sipped on some Stroh's |
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United we stand, divided we fall!
I’m just here for the post count. I do my best proofreading after I hit send. |
Age 12
professional tapper at 15 Once talked a mother of two on her way out of a supermarket, into buying me beer! Mom's bought me beer and cigs at 17! Was pretty popular with my HS mates! And their moms. Well? And daughters! Hardcore 80's baby! |
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There is a picture somewhere of me (around 3) in my grandmother's lap with a miller pony bottle. I would get the last few sips of my dad's beer from time to time. I didn't even know that it was illegal until a cop said "Isn't he a little young" when I was sipping one at the motorcycle races in Daytona circa 1987.
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