Talk:Hellhound/@comment-26948101-20160321011903/@comment-5426290-20160321083622

I watch my husband turn to me and pull the girls up in his arms, ready to walk out of the bar before I stop him. "Wait honeybun, this will be a great moment for our girls to learn family values."

My hubby chuckles. "Just don't get too out of hand like you did last time, fluffybutt."

\(>.<)/ I whine. "D-don't call me by that name, geez." I then crack my knuckles, walk over to the now surprised men and pull the drinks out of their hands, emptying them over their owners, then carefully place them for the bartender. Both ignorant men are grabbed by the collar and pulling off of their barstools to the toilets in the back of the bar.

They get their faces pressed into the toilets with a flushing or two to give them a proper bath. After that I close the stall and force the lock on it to get the two men stuck in there.

My girls cheer. "Supermama strikes again!"