This week, I most definitely did not threaten Mr. Superman and proceed to give him double titty-twisters until he spilled his guts on where he had hidden my last few cream sodas. I most definitely did not go all Middle-Eastern Torturer on his butt when he refused to tell me. Now Mr. Superman hasn't gone through Intimidation and Interrogation training but that man has skills. At the thought of losing his nipples, he never caved. I certainly did not give up after a short 30 seconds upon realization that my man had me beat. That is something a weak and unstable woman with crazy addiction and cravings for cream soda would do, not me.
National security crisis averted. I found my cream soda.
What did you not do?