My adoptive son is a live in drunk

My adoptive son is a live in drunk

My adoptive son in the last couple of months has brought back some treasured (and by that I mean buried) memories of drink fuelled evenings with my mates, and the infamous ‘snakebite and black’ night at the student union.

No, I haven’t plied my toddler son with the sauce for my own sadistic entertainment. He provides it booze free, all by himself.

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