you always use my finger to pick my nose with.

Mike and I lay on my mattress (can't say bed anymore as it's just a mattress on the floor!) talking, and being generally daft as per usual. Suddenly he took control of my hand, made me point a finger, and proceeded to wipe something off the side of my nose with his hand.

"You always use my finger to pick my nose with, you never use your finger to pick my nose with!" I exclaimed as he narrowly missed blinding me.

Amid the following fits of laughter at the comment that was just meant to make him giggle, he managed to wheeze out: 'Ms Evans, exactly what is wrong with your relationship?' 'Well, my boyfriend always uses my finger to pick my nose with, he never uses his finger to pick my nose with!'

Damn right.