A four-year-old Bobby wanders up and down the aisles of a supermarket crying his eyes out.
"What's the matter young fella?" asks a concerned shop assistant.
"I've lost my mummy!" wails Bob, sobbing convulsively.
"Don't worry, we'll soon find her," soothes the shop assistant. "Now what's mummy like?"
"Vodka and men with big cocks," sobs little Bobby.

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