Me and my dad have gone down the pub and said I’m buying the first round, which I did to the tune of £5.20. After a pint, my dad asked if I wanted a pint or a half-pint of Fosters. I replied saying half-pint and my dad, being as old as the Ottoman Empire, said that only girls have half-pints.
I would fucking think so, Dad. I am, after all, your daughter.