Sookie, My Little Bullet-sucker" Eric, My Big

No Blame, No Hate - Why No Communication?

When I Thought Of Eric With Someone Else, I Wanted To Rip Out All His Beautiful Blonde Hair. By The Roots. In Clumps.

If Hunter Hadn't Been There, I Would've Picked Up The Phone To Call Eric. I Would've Asked Him To Bring A Shovel And Come To Help Me Dig A Body Up. That Was What A Boyfriend Should Do, Right? But I Couldn't Leave Hunter Alone In The House, And I Would've Felt Terrible If I'd Ask Eric To Go Out In The Woods By Himself, Even Though I Knew He Wouldn't Think Anything About It. In Fact, Probably He'd Have Sent Pam.

The Fundamentalists Were Equally Stymied. “we Were Worried About Adam And Steve,” A Baptist Minister Said. “should We Have Been More Worried About Rover And Fluffy?

Could I Tell Them I Was Sorry Their Loved One Was Dead, When He’d Tried To Kill Me? There Was No Rule Of Etiquette For This; Even My Grandmother Would Have Been Stymied.