One of my favorite things to do growing up was run around with my dad on a Saturday afternoon when he visited his friends who were farmers. They would shoot guns or go out for a couple beers, and I would get to tag along; so it was a special treat yesterday when his friends called and said he should come out because they were cooking a suckling pig. Of course mom was upset because she remembers the days where, like all men, dad would go out for "a couple of beers," and now that I'm thirty-three and look more and more like my father, I guess she didn't believe either of us, but we went for two hours, had a "few beers," got free American Dairy Farmers hats (cow print), and ate some pig.
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