Hello, welcome to another episode of Dear Kev on Stage, the show where I give you the best,

worst advice on the planet.

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Let's get to the first question.

Dear cat, big fan, right pack all that. How do I tell my husband I don't want to kiss? He loves to kiss, but he is not that great at it. He comes into each one with a fully open mouth. By the time

he's done, anything in the vicinity of my lips is drenched in saliva. Sometimes it's so much

that I wipe my face right then.

But most times I stay there frozen waiting for him to look away or leave so I can go wash my face.

As to not hurt his feelings.

He also tries to choke me with his tongue.

I try to give him some instruction, but he goes back to what he knows.

My great grandpa used to leave the grandkids with a big patch of spit on our cheeks because he gave wet kisses.

Whenever my husband kisses me, I think about my great grandpa.

Rest is so.

First of all, it's a terrible visual.

Hey, baby, give me kiss.

Ah, I lick the mic.

Sorry about that.

I feel for you.

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