Want Some Gasoline with Your Fire?
“I don’t know what to do,” I whined to my mom. “She keeps going ‘thbbbbbpppt’ in my face and spraying me with spit. I just hate it.” “Slap her,” she said. Shocked at this suggestion, I winced at the thought. “You must slap this girl. Full across the face. HARD. She will keep doing this …