"No."
"25 cents, dad."
"No."
"50 euros then dad"
Lexie needs to hone his negotiating skills.
18:55 I get to finally taste my Abt. Yes, I'm continuing with Abt. Dark sky, fingers of death, me being a pisshead. Where was I? Dark, drunky delight. Abt. Why bother with any other beer?
"Good photo, Lexie"
"Can I have Black Ops?
"No."
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He's referring to the Brooklyn Brewery's "Black Ops" Imperial Stout, I assume - tell him it's far too strong for such a young lad.
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