I'm half Irish and half Jewish, so...
I'm drinking if you're buying
I consider myself a decent purveyor of dad jokes, but my dad showed me there is still much to learn from him
I was drinking in an Irish pub on St. Patrick's Day a few years ago when the building suffered a malfunction. The register cover of the air conditioning vent was not secured to the wall and worked its way loose, hitting me and a friend. I ended up with a cut on my forehead, a spiffy blue bandaid from the kitchen first aid kit, and a comped bar tab.
My dad told me I should have duct.
