A public service announcement:
I'm not exactly sure when the competition to say "Pinch and a punch" first began between The Wah and I.
All I know is that I usually lose. The Wah will pop up, usually under the guise of giving me a hug, which of course suckers me in.
But then it comes: the bite of fingertips into flesh, a stinging reality bomb that is ten times worse than the friendly follow-up cuff to the shoulder.
"Pinch and a punch!"
Cue The Wah flashing an impishly smug grin while I jump up and down yelling "Not again!"
Well! I remembered this month. BOOM.