My teenage daughter came home after hanging around the park, drinking Diamond White with her friends.
“Dad, I feel sick and the room’s spinning,” she slurred.
“Well,” I replied, “those are just some of the ciderfects.”
My teenage daughter came home after hanging around the park, drinking Diamond White with her friends.
“Dad, I feel sick and the room’s spinning,” she slurred.
“Well,” I replied, “those are just some of the ciderfects.”