Articles by Sarah D. Bunting
Dear Sars,
I’m in Indiana, so I feel dicked every which way I look.And when I woke up at 12:30 last night and checked the returns and saw that Ohio was going to Bush I cried …
Wing Chun: AAAAAAAAARRRRGGH!
Sarah: AAAAGGHHHH!
Wing Chun: RRRRRRRRR!
Sarah: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Wing Chun: WAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
Sarah: UUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!
Wing Chun: NOT!
Sarah: I KNOW!
Wing Chun: FUCK!
Sarah: SHIT!
Wing Chun: ASS! ASSHEAD!
Sarah: FUCKING…FUCKER!
Wing Chun: HATE!
Sarah: HATEY HATE!
Wing Chun and Sarah: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!
Wing Chun: I CAN’T STOP SCREAMING!
Sarah: ME …
Dear Sars:
Can you help me find a couple of programs to which I can donate some books?
They’re in good condition, but eclectic in topic, to say the least. Most of
the programs I’ve seen want you …
Dear Sars,
The letters over the past couple of weeks have made me want to ask a baseball expert a question that I’ve been thinking about for a long while now.And please, let me be clear …
Sars,
The Vine letter from “Take My Blood, Please” is correct. A male is
ineligible to donate blood if he has had sex with another male since
1977, even once. A bunch of other populations are also considered
to …
I didn’t have Halloween plans yesterday — or, more precisely, I had plans yesterday, but not of the Halloween variety. I’d gone to Bean’s legendary Halloween fete the night before, kitted out as Zombie Jackie …
Hey Sars,
Far be it from me to suggest anything that favors Dubya, but your response
regarding the Electoral College skipped over the one thing that I feel comes
most closely to justifying its existence.Were we to rely …
Dear Sars,
I have a suggestion for BHL, who was asking for ways to help her favorite
causes.The Cancer Council of Australia had “Night In” week last week, the
idea being that you get a group of people …
And now, BSD on The Curse…
Dear Cupped Candles,
“The Curse.”Ahhhh, two words I hope to never hear again by the end of this weekend.As to what it is, there’s really no official definition to what it.I …
Shelley comes out into the front office, glances into the cabinet, and snaps her fingers lightly. Olivia: “[Eyebrows?]” Shelley: “[Head flick.]” Olivia gets up and follows Shelley into the back office. She looks over her …