When your mummy gobs onto a manky tissue she just pulled from her handbag and proceeds to wipe her spittle all over your face, in a vain attempt to remove those chocolate muffin remnants and whatever else has attached itself to your grubby little head. If she tries this after your twelfth birthday you are wholly justified in punching her in the eye. Hard.

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