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The Three Faces of Witchipoo (and Eric Too) – A Recap of True Blood’s “Burning Down the House”

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“I’m back, and I remember everything, including what a poopyhead that cockblock Vampire Beeeeel is, and how he lied to, betrayed, and once, tried to eat Sookie.  Perhaps, SHE is the one with amnesia.  Is there a doctor in the house?”

Greetings Fangbangers!  This week’s installment of True Blood was all about multiple personality disorder  . . .

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Well . . . OK . . . that isn’t exactly true.  But we did get to explore the various versions of most of our characters, this week.   Let’s see, there was: Old Viking Vamp Eric, Amnesia Sometimes-Zombie Eric, and New and Improved, Best of Both Worlds, Eric . . .

There was, Witchipoo Antonia, Witchipoo Marnie, and Witchipoo What the F*&k is this B*tch Doing Talking to Herself, Like That?  Because That’s Just Creepy . . .

“I’m so confused . . .” 

We got Regular Jesus, and Weird Helmet-Head Jesus .  . .

Is this going to mess up my hair?

V-addicted Andy and Sober Andy . . .

Coincidentally, both of them always seem to make this facial expression  . . .

Alive Tommy and Dead Tommy . . .

 (Yes, I recognize that was in bad taste . . .)

And finally, Smart Sookie Who Loves Eric, and Dumb as a Bowl of Grits Sookie, Who Loves King Cockblock . .  .

Sometimes the truth hurts, Sookie  . . . 

So charge up those glow fingers, put on your weird demon mask, and prepare to make a run for the Anti-Human Electric Fence, because it’s time for another recap . . .

(Again, as always, special thanks to skarsgardfans.com for the glorious screencaps you see here.  I couldn’t have done this without you, you fabulous screencapper, you!)

The Most Fun You’ve Ever Had, During a Tolerance Convention . . .

The episode begins with all those zombie vampires, doing Witchipoos bidding, by trying to Kill Bill . . .

Now, THIS is the kind of convention I could support wholeheartedly!  Step Aside, Comic Con, I’m spending my vacation money on CockblockKillCon, next year!  Of course, there is that little problem of all those innocent humans getting murdered along the way,  But, hey, no convention is perfect, right?

(By the way, it is important to note that the episode began with this TOTALLY random shot of the LARGEST 1-800 Dentist poster, I have ever seen in my entire life.  Talk about product placement.  Are we to assume, based on when this advertisement appeared that 1-800 Dentist is on Team Eric?)

Unfortunately, it is during this convention, that we are forced to bid a fond farewell, to Young-Looking Hot Sheriff, who was somehow murdered, amidst all this Bill Killing Madness . . .

Goodbye Young-Looking Hot Sheriff . .  . we barely knew ye!

Things get a little crazy, at this point in the episode . . . You know, with all these extras dying, and stuff.  And it’s not until Zombie Eric finally wraps his arms around King Cockblock’s scrawny neck that things REALLY start to get interesting.

Insert porn music here . . . 

Sookie’s doing her Screaming Thing (“No, No, Beeeeel, Beeeeel!”), while Zombie Eric is doing his Killing Thing, and Bill is doing his Constipated Facial Expression Thing.  Everything is going great!  Eric even takes out a STAKE, and is ready to PUT IT IN BEEEEL’S HEART!  And then Sookie has to ruin it all with those damn Glow Fingers of Hers . . .

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And, in that moment, all of Witchipoo’s spells suddenly wear off . . .

“Dammit!  Who’s going to Kill Bill NOW?” 

But don’t despair, True Blood fans.  Because even the darkest of cockblock-shaped clouds bear a silver lining . . .  I mentioned that ALL the spells wore off, INCLUDING ERIC’S AMNESIA.

“You know, a thousand years of new/old memories are great and all . . . but where the f*&k is my Shower Sex?” 

 Suddenly, in the midst of all this blood and gore, Sookie and Eric are eye-f*&king eachother, like nobody’s business.  But the eyes Eric is using to try and impregnate Sookie, are NOT those dopey amnesia-ish eyes, he’s been sporting all season, but smart, wiley, sexy, “I want to ravage you, like the badass I am” eyes.

“Hey Eric, you are looking kind of bloody.   Might I interest you in a shower?” 

And if that wasn’t enough to clue you in to the fact that the Viking Vamp was back to his old self, the writers spelled it out for you, with a cheesy montage of Eric’s Greatest Hits . . .

Did I say “hits?” I meant “f*&ks.” 

After the main cast members escape the melee, a very bloody Nan begins the process of damage control, by glamouring the survivors, who are screaming in terror and yelping in pain.  Witchipoo is watching, and suddenly morphs into that Antonia chick from the flashbacks.  And, would you believe that evil wench is actually crying?

“Oh no!  I’m not crying.  I just have something in Marnie’s eye . . .” 

Speaking of crying . . .

Tommy, Can You Hear Me?   (Oops . . . guess not)

I genuinely hope Alcide wasn’t too attached to his car, because those front seats are TOTALLY going to have to be reupholstered, now that Tommy had to go and hack up blood and guts all over them.  (RUDE!)

“Anybody got a napkin?”

Alcide wants to taking Dying Tommy to the hospital.  But since Dying Tommy KNOWS he’s pretty much going to die anyway, he insists on being taken to Merlotte’s, which he has always considered his one true home.  When Alcide and Dying Tommy arrive at the bar, Sam is outside waiting for them.  Of course, he’s feeling all kinds of guilty about, you know, telling Dying Tommy he never wants to see him again, and . . . unwittingly letting his little brother get pummeled beyond recognition by an an asshat werewolf packleader, all while wearing his FACE . . .

Since Dying Tommy refuses to go to the hospital, and Alcide says it’s a man’s right to choose when he dies  (Now, THAT’S a controversial statement, if I ever heard one.), Alcide and Sam lay Tommy down on a dirty table in the bar.  (Classy!)  Then we get this sort of long, drawn out, extended Tommy death scene, complete with plenty of tears, lots of shivers and wheezing, discussions of the Great Beyond, and a maudlin exchange of “I love you’s” and “I’m sorry’s.”

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Honestly, I don’t think we’ve seen this over-dramatic of a death scene, since . . .well . . . EVER!  Correction . . . it actually kind of reminded me of THIS . . .

Most of the time, people on this show simply get their throats slit, or their hearts ripped out, and you just never see them again.

R.I.P. Grams . . . 

But I guess the writers of this show felt like Tommy’s life was crappy enough, that he deserved a send off, with some fanfare.  So, of course, we get to hear Sam tell Tommy he loves him, even if he stole his face.  And we get to hear Tommy say that meeting Sam was the best part of his life . . . which was probably saddest part of the whole scene, when you really think about it . . .  Because, you know, Sam spent half of Tommy’s life telling him what a worthless sack of sh*t he was .  . .

“You’re a worthless sack of sh*t . . . but I love you.”

After Tommy croaks, Alcide and Sam head to the car shop, in search of Greasypoo.  They find one of his minions there, and start pistol whipping, and kicking the crap out of him.

Tommy would definitely have approved . . .

“Tommy LIKE!” 

R.I.P. Tommy Boy . . . you naughty little dog, you!

Speaking of Greasypoo . . .

Trailer Trash Debbie and Greasypoo:  A Match Made in Dog Poopy

If you ask me, despite all his Big Talk about pack loyalty, and unity, and whatnot, Greasypoo has always been a bit jealous of Alcide, probably because the latter has a better ass, and WAY better hair than he does.

“How the hell does he keep that thing so firm?  The guy must eat rocks for breakfast!” 

But when Alcide directly disobeys his pack leader, by not letting him beat up Sam/Tommy, Greasypoo vies for revenge.  He gets this revenge by racing over to Trailer Trash Debbie’s house, and smoking a few joints with her, while he basically humps her leg.

As skeevy as he is, Greasypoo genuinely seems to have a knack for reading other mutts-i-heat.   And, let’s face it.  Trailer Trash Debbie isn’t all that hard to read.  Greasypoo plays on the psycho she-wolf’s insecurities about her relationship with Alcide, his insistence on not getting too entangled with the pack, and his desire not to have children with a drug-addicted wackadoo like Debbie.  Then he pretty much tells her that she should ditch Alcide, and start doing doggystyle with him.  Way to be subtle, Greasypoo!

Alcide is not amused . . . 

Now, I know Debbie’s supposed to be crazy, and insecure and all.   But I didn’t realize she was BLIND TOO.  I mean, seriously, Debbie?  Greasypoo over Alcide?  Have you LOOKED at your boyfriend’s ass, lately?  That juicy mound of flesh is the Eighth Wonder of the World, and you want to trade it in for Mr. Dances with A$$holes, here?  WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?

Intervention – Fort Bellefleur Edition

*sigh*  Last week, we FINALLY saw the end to that ridiculous Evil Baby storyline.   And this week HOPEFULLY spared us from having to suffer from any more Andy on V Moments.  We start our little tale with Arlene and Terry shoving a vial of V right in front of his face, and reading him the riot act, about how he has the nerve to keep V around the house where Arlene’s kids are staying.  “I think it has a childproof cap,” notes Andy helpfully.

Nice try, Andy!  But if it actually had a childproof cap, you probably wouldn’t be able to open it . . .

Childproof cap or not, Terry knows that Andy remains in denial about his addiction.  And so he takes him to Fort Bellefleur, a fort the two cousins(?) used to hang out in together, when they were kids.  PTSD Terry, who, himself, is no stranger to addiction, forces Andy to admit that being high on V, does not, in fact, make him stronger, by engaging in a few shooting and wrestling competitions with him.  It’s all incredibly manly and homoerotic . . . or, at least, it would be, if Eric, Jason, or Alcide were involved, rather then Andy and Terry.

“I haven’t taken a dump since Season 4 premiered.  And I am VERY upset about it.” 

During this weird little intervention, we learn a bit about the kind of childhoods these two had, and how, like in most families, they both were jealous of one another, for their own reasons.  Eventually, Andy cracks and breaks down and cries, which Terry thinks is awesome, because it shows that (1) he’s finally hit rock bottom; and (2) he has a soul.  Then Terry kicks off his cousin’s trip toward sobriety, by forcing him to walk home alone.  Well, I guess it’s a lot cheaper than rehab . . .

“This intervention SUCKS!  Where’s that Dr. Drew guy, when you need him?”

Witches Need Motivational Speakers Too .  . .

Witchipoo and her top minion, return to the Moon Goddess Emporium with the two remaining zombie vampire sheriffs, in toe, both of whom she stores in the ladies’ room for convenience.  She is greeted there by her coven / group of hostages, who aren’t particularly happy to see her.  They are all getting kind of freaked out, because they can’t get cell phone reception in the Emporium, and if they try to leave through the front or back door, their hands will get burned off.

“This makes me VERY ANGRY.  Other things that make me VERY angry:  vampires, loud animals, the long line at the DMV, donuts, air, people who breathe funny, people who hold their breath, so as not to breathe funny, books, shoes, cable television, Ghandi . .  .” 

While the rest of the coven opt for techological means of escape, Holly pours through a spell book, in search of an appropriate cantation to get them out of there.  Tara seems skeptical of Holly’s methods, at first.  However, after Holly gives Tara her version of the “We are witches, hear us cackle” speech, Tara who “always has a lot of rage to spare, whether or not it is magical” decides to join in her witchy games.

“I would be smiling at you Tara, except that I just did a Botox Spell on my face  . . . Don’t judge!  They don’t pay waitresses what they used to, and if a girl ain’t got her youth, she’s got nuttin’!” 

Meanwhile, in Witchipoo’s office, girlfriend is talking to herself . . . no, seriously, Antonia leaves Witchipoo’s body, and she actually BEGINS to have a conversation with her better half.  Perhaps, the most shocking thing about this scene is that, as viewers, we always assumed that Antonia was the “Bad Guy,” while Marnie was just the “innocent vessel victim” in all this.  What we learn here, is that Antonia’s power has COMPLETELY corrupted the formerly weak Marnie, and now she wants to KILL EVERYONE!

“I’ll get you my pretty, and your little King Cockblock TOO!” 

Surprisingly enough, Antonia seems to be the voice of reason here, rightfully telling Marnie, that by putting all these HUMAN lives at risk, in addition to vampires, Witchipoo is no worse than those bloodsuckers, themselves.  Then MARNIE starts manipulating Antonia, by telling her how she should hate all HUMANS too, since none of them stopped to help her, all those years ago, while she was being burned alive at the stake.

 “Well, I’ve got to admit.  I HAVE had better days . .  .”

Antonia reluctantly agrees with her vessel’s assessment.  So, the two hold hands, call eachother “sister,” do a little Ring Around the Rosie thing, and suddenly they are back in the business of killing EVERYONE IN BON TEMPS . . .

Except for the Flying Monkeys . . . They can stay . . .

Guilty Jason, Hungry Jessica, and Farting Hoyt . . .

After a few mind-blowing rounds of Pickup Truck F*&k with Baby Vamp Jessica, the Guilt Monster lodges his head in Jason Stackhouse’s brain, and simply won’t leave.  Jessica reassures him that, since Jessica and Hoyt already broke up, what they did technically wasn’t cheating.  But, of course, Jason is still dating Hoyt, at least, in the bromantic sense, and therein lies the problem.

“Just say NO to Hot Pickup Truck F*&ks!  YES, YES, OHHHHHH YES!” 

Jason fondly recalls how he’s taken care of Hoyt his whole life, and can’t imagine stopping now.  He then has the audacity to ask Jessica to glamour him to forget that the two of them had sex, so he doesn’t have to feel guilty anymore . . .

Jessica, of course, is furious, and understandably so . . . “F*&king HUMANS!  I’m going to go eat someone,” she says, before stalking out of the truck.  YOU GO, BABY VAMP!

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Back at Jason’s house (who is looking FINNNNNNNE in his tight blue tank top, by the way) . . .

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. . . an extremely vulnerable Hoyt is chugging beers, and trying not to cry, as he begs his bestie to let him crash at HIS place, since he can’t bear the thought of staying in his Formerly Owned By Crazy Eyes Evil Baby Mama Haunted house without Jess in it.

Overwhelmed by guilt over his “affair,” Jason obliges his friend.  However, Hoyt’s constant boohooing about Jessica, combined with his apparently stinky bedtime farts, overwhelm Jason with frustration (and nausea).  So, HE asks to stay with Sookie instead.  Sookie, being the judgmental gal that she is, scolds Jason for not being more understanding of Hoyt’s loss.

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But, of course, this is the SOOKIE STACKHOUSE show.  So, within about a minute, Sookie has already forgotten about Jason’s problems, and is back on her own.  You see (surprise, surprise) Sookie needs Jason’s help.  We’ll get to the “why” and the “how” in a bit . . .

But for now, let’s move our focus to the both sweetest, and most jaw-clenchingly frustrating, scene in the entire hour . . .

This is the Part of the Episode, Where I Wanted to Punch Sookie in the Face . . .

Oh, come on, SOOKEH!  Let’s not act like you don’t deserve it . . .

When we last left Eric, he was blinkingly staring into Sookie’s eyes, with a look that says: I remember what it was like having Narnia Sex with you.  But I ALSO remember what it was like to watch my parents be murdered by Russell Edgington, and to avenge their deaths, by killing a sweet gay vamp named Talbot.

Just in case you forgot . . . here is a helpful reminder . . .

And yet, we weren’t 100% certain what Eric ACTUALLY remembered, or would be willing to admit that he remembered.  BOOK SPOILER:  This is particularly true of Sookie Stackhouse book fans, who undoubtedly recall Eric frustratingly and inexplicably lying to Sookie, by telling her he no longer remembers his Amnesia Time.  (He eventually comes clean to her about remembering, in the subsequent book.)

So, when Eric and Sookie sit down next to one another on that couch.  And Eric tells her that he remembers everything, and that nothing has changed, my little fangirl heart started may or may not have started to do engage in a little celebratory dance.

But then Sookie has to start blubbering on about King Cockblock (See?  There he goes again, ruining what could have been a spectacular pre-sex moment.), and how she still luuuuuuuuuves him, and that’s why she thinks her glow fingers were able to save him, and blah, blah, blah . . .

I’m sorry.  I just can’t take anything Sookie says seriously, while she’s wearing that ridiculous Preschool Picture Day hoodie . . . 

Eric is understandably not amused . . .

He reminds Sookie that she gave himself to him fully and completely (a.k.a They Banged . . . Like .   . . A Lot), therefore  . . .

Sookie more, or less, echoing her own words from her Threesome Dream replies that she never promised to be Eric’s.  Instead, he is hers.  Furthermore, she loves both him and Bill because only half of her actually has good taste . . .

Man, for a group of blood suckers, vampires have surprisingly rigid views when it comes to monogamy!  Eric looks crestfallen, when he learns that he is not the ONLY person that Sookie loves.  And when Pam rushes in to reunite with her maker, he can barely contain his sadness and disappointment from his progeny, even as he is warmly offering her a “welcome back” hug . . .

By the way, when Sookie ended Witchipoo’s curse on Eric, did she break Pam’s decaying curse too?  I wonder . . .

OMG!  They are going to KILL TARA!  *fist pumps, cheers, does happy dance* *sniffles, cries*

Later, the group reconvenes at King Cockblock’s house.  There they decide the best plan of action for defeating Witchipoo.  As it turns out, they want to blow her up, while she’s hanging out inside the Moon Goddess Emporium, of course!  I, of course, think this is a FABULOUS idea.  But then Sookie the Killjoy, has to get all “moral” on the team, with her “Wahhhhh, what about all the innocent people?  And what about TARA?”

“BEEEEEEEEL!  Don’t KIIIIIIIILLLL TAAAAAARAAAA!” 

To which, Eric, who has clearly got his snark back replies, “So, they bet on the wrong horse.”

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Indeed.  Of course, my favorite part of the exchange comes when King Cockblock starts ranting and raving like a lunatic about how much he wants Witchipoo dead.  And Eric glances knowingly over at a horrified Sookie, and says sarcastically, “Loveable, isn’t he?”

No Eric . . . no he is most certainly NOT loveable.  But YOU ARE!

Have . . .temporarily . . . lost . . . ability . . . to . . . form . . . complete . . . sentences. 

“You get the True Death . . . and YOU get the True Death . . .”

In what is becoming a fairly regular occurrence, the vampires find themselves once again forcibly silvering themselves during the day time, in Bill’s cubby hole, so as to prevent Witchipoo from forcing them to meet the sun.

Rather than sleeping however, Nan and Bill are again bickering like an old married couple about who’s FAULT it is that things went so very badly at the Tolerance Convention, which Bill had originally told Nan to call off.  (Ugh!  Why don’t these two just have sex already, and get it over with?)

Nan + Bill = Nill,  A match made in Cockblock Heaven!

Feeling disempowered, by the man she made King, Nan strikes back by hilariously ordering the True Death for any vampire who has the audacity to disagree with her, which is,  more or less, every silvered vampire in the room.  Good ole, Nan!  She gives out the True Death, the way Oprah gives out cars . . .

Of course, my favorite line of THIS scene goes to Baby Vamp Jessica, who said, “I don’t care, as long as I get to kill sh*t.”

My sentiments exactly, Jessica . . .

Jesus to the Rescue (Wow, that sounds kind of religious?)

So, Sookie and Jason confront Lala and Jesus about the whole, “The vampires and one annoyed TV Recapper want to blow up Tara” situation.  Sookie’s and Jason’s rescue Tara plan?  Storm the emporium before the vamps do, and take out Witchipoo.  But you know Jesus, and how he loves his Witchipoo.  He’s not down with that idea.  “Marnie is an innocent.  Let me separate her and Antonia, and we can send Antonia back where she came from.”

Well, isn’t that a peace-loving solution to this problem?  Sookie, Jason, Lala, and a TV Recapper look skeptical.  But they decide to let Jesus do his witch exorcism thing, just like he did with Lala and crazy-eyes lady, last week.

When Team Sookie arrives at the Moongoddess Emporium, they are shocked to find that it is being guarded by a cheesy forcefield out of some 70’s Star Trek film.  I mean, really, Witchipoo, this is 2011!  Get with the program!  Jason gallantly offers to go and battle the forcefield himself.  After all, he can do hand-stand pushups!  And he used to play football!  So, this is . . . well . . . NOTHING AT ALL LIKE THAT!

You got me!  I pretty much just wrote that joke, so that I could include this GIF in my recap again.  Are you mad? 

However, fortunately for Jason, Team Sookie nixes his “run straight into the forcefield swinging and hope for the best” plan in favor of the original sending Big Bad Jesus One.  Witchipoo, being the generous soul she is, decides to go outside, and meet Jesus half way.  But she isn’t just going to let him walk into the Moongoddess Emporium without proving his loyalty first.  After all, he’s been noticeably absent during the past few Team Witchipoo Outings.  And Little Miss All Vampires Must Die doesn’t exactly take kindly to instances of poor attendance.

Sorry, I’m late to your seance, Marnie!  My goatlicker grandpa ate my homework . . . 

So, Witchipoo demands that Jesus prove his loyalty by moving across the forcefield, himself . . .

I mean, that’s basically a suicide mission, isn’t it?

Well, it would be, except that Jesus just happens to be a SUPER LATINO!

Umm . . . yeah .  . . so, I really have no clue what the f*&k that ugly ass mask has to do with being Spanish . . . so I’m just going to take Lala’s word for it. 

That’s right, boys and girls.  In times of stress, Jesus apparently sprouts an ugly demon head and can somehow use it to walk past cheesy force fields from 1970’s Star Wars films.  Who knew?

This guy DID! 

So, Jesus is let back into the Witchipoo fold.  And it is there that he gets to talk to “Marnie,” and learn what us viewers have no already known for 20-minutes.  That sweet docile “Marnie” is just as batsh*t crazy and evil as Antonia, if not more so.  And SHE’S the one running the show NOW!

Hey Where Did Everybody Go?

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“Is this another dream sequence?  Is Baby Vamp Jessica going to walk out naked and start pulling down my pants?  Man, I hope so!”

Jesus sends the message telepathically to Sookie.  Now, it looks like Team Sookie is back to Plan B.  Run in and kill the b*tch.  And they may get some help doing just that.  Newly enraged witches, Holly and Tara band together and manage to put out a spell that temporarily breaks the forcefield.  Quickly, they run out to Team Sookie.  Team Sookie runs out to them, and . . .

Everyone disappears into thin air . . . literally . . . except for Hot Jason, who . . . you know . . .  is left all alone with his hotness . . . I guess.

This Episode of True Blood is Brought to You By . . . Leather Pants . . .

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If by chance you weren’t able to see the last scene of the episode, due to Hurricane Irene, or your DVR cutting off, or you getting zapped away into oblivion by some cheesy forcefield from a 70’s movie, worry not.  Because I can assure you that you’ve seen it already, at least once in your life, assuming that you have seen one of the following movies: The Matrix, Resevoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, any action movie ever, any gangster movie ever, any sports movie featuring a ragtag group of misfits who defy unthinkable odds to win the Big Game.

That’s right!  We’ve got Bill, Eric, Jessica, Nan, and Pam, putting aside their differences to walk in slow motion, while wearing black leather everything, and carrying bazookas, hand grenades, and other “Bad Ass Weapons.”  This is followed by a freeze frame shot, and a surprisingly decent cover of “Burning Down the House,” that I may actually add to my iPod, when this is through.

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Oh yeah . . . they went there.  My assumption is that the scene was a bit of playful self-mockery, and not meant to be taken too seriously.  So, if YOU had a good laugh at it, like I did, it probably served its purpose, just as much as the 1-800 Dentist advertisement did. 😉

It also really made me want to buy a pair of leather pants . . . or at least it would have, if I had legs like Vampire Jessica, or an ass like Eric Northman.  But since I have neither, I will stick with my comfy khakis.  Thank you very much . . .

And, there you have it, another episode of True Blood, dead and gone, like Tommy Boy.  (Too soon?)

Guess so  . . .

Believe it or not, there are only TWO EPISODES LEFT IN THE SEASON!

I’m DEAD SERIOUS, ERIC!  Just two! 

Next week’s TB installment, promises some more Witchipoo shenanigans, a lot of stuff being blown up, and undoubtedly plenty of instances of Sookie screaming BEEEEEEEEL!  You can check out the trailer for the episode here:

See ya then, Fangbangers!

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Hot Butts, Pick-Up Trucks, and a Boy Named BEEEEEEEEELL! – A Recap of True Blood’s “Let’s Get Out of Here”

Oh, Sookie Scream Face . . . how I’ve missed you!  Now, if they could just bring back your Ugly Cry Face, I’d truly be a happy camper . . .

That’s the ONE! 

Greetings Fangbangers!  This week on True, Blood we found ourselves faced with a number of very important questions:

(1) Is it OK to “love them both?”

 

(2) Eric’s Ass or Alcide’s Ass?


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(3) Are Taylor Swift songs an appropriate soundtrack for Pick-Up Truck F*&ks?

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(4) And finally . . . posing as a bunny, so that your girlfriend’s daughter can fondle you . . . sweet gesture, or just really, really creepy?

Be prepared to ponder these issues and many more in this week’s recap, or Trailer Trash Debbie will kill you . . . with kindness.

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[As always,  special thanks to SkarsgardFans.com, for the amazing screencaps you see here!]

Prayer Time, with Werewolf and Vampire . . .

I don’t know . . . when I wake up in the morning, all I see staring back at me is my friggin alarm clock.

A werewolf and a vampire are both seeking salvation.  It sounds like the beginning of a joke, right?  But that’s what happens when Alcide carries a bleeding-to-death Sookie back to her house, and King Cockblock steals his thunder, by scooping her out from under him, rushing her to the couch, and sticking his bloody hand in her mouth . . .

Remember the last time Sookie was on the couch . . .  just sayin’ 

A little man-bickering occurs, when King Cockblock notes that he shouldn’t have ALLOWED Sookie to fight tonight, and Alcide seconds that emotion wholeheartedly.  “Werewolf . . . shut the f*&k up!”  King Cockblock replies, which isn’t a very kingly thing to say, if you ask me.

“Grrrrr . .  . feel that trickle of water down your pants, BEEEEL?  That’s me peeing on your leg.”

King Cockblock then instructs Alcide that Sookie is near death, and requires both of their prayers.  To this, Alcide, hilariously responds: “We are a werewolf and a vampire. [If we pray], who’s going to listen?”

 

“I will!  I will!”

It’s an interesting philosophical question, and one that sounds kind of odd coming from a werewolf.  After all, unlike vampires — who always seem particularly prone to mopey behavior and self-loathing — I always assumed that werewolves just thought they were the Bee’s Knees . . . (whatever the heck that weird expression means) .  . . and that everyone, the Lord included, would want to be just like them.

And what man wouldn’t want to look just like Alcide? 

Anywhoo . . . Sookie awakens to the faces of two of the three men currently interested in f*&king her . . .

“What the hell, Alan Ball!  You forgot one!”

Personal sidenote:  When I was a baby, I’ve been told my first word was “Daddy.”  So, every night, when I needed a diaper change, THAT’S who I would call.  Except my dad never changed my diapers.  Only my mom did.  And it INFURIATED her how long I refused to learn the word “Mommy,” even though SHE was the one doing all the dirty work . . . literally.

I imagine this was how Alcide and King Cockblock felt, when they saved Sookie’s life, and all she kept doing was whining for the Viking Vamp. . .

After about the fifth time, in as many minutes, Sookie demands that her lovers find Eric for her, so that she could go back to having that Narnia sex she enjoys so much, Alcide gets fed up.  He then carefully reminds her how many times hanging out with vampires has almost killed her, and tells her to wake up and smell the dead people!  But Sookie is still all, “ERIC, ERIC, BRING ME MY ERIC.”

So, Alicide leaves.  Bill stays though, and, as a result, he is rewarded with a “Thanks for the blood, Bud.  Now, go find my Eric . . .

“But Soookkeeeehhh, I lovvvvvveeee youuuuuuu!”

Wow, talk about biting the hand that feeds you, Sookie!  Speaking of Eric . . .

Worst Use of a Sex Toy EVER!

“Fellow coven members, this is my new pet Eric.  Let’s see how well Eric follows commands.  Eric . . . take off your clothes and start humping my leg.”

Ever since last week, when Witchiepoo converted Eric into her personal slave, I’ve been pondering the important question of what I would do, were I ever lucky enough to have a Sexy Viking Vamp-esque man servant, who is trained to do whatever I tell him.  I came with a list of tasks I would have him perform, most of them X-rated . . . chief among them, “Shower Sex,” OBVIOUSLY!

Interestingly enough, you know what two things WEREN’T on that list:

(1) Wash your face; and

(2) Kill someone who’s already dead.

But, guess what?  Those are THE ONLY TWO THINGS WITCHIEPOO WANTED ERIC TO DO!

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Most of Witchiepoo’s fellow witches are appalled by her sheer lack of imagination.  They don’t think using your Sex Toy to kill a King in a public place is such a good idea.  Some of them even try to leave, but Witchiepoo magically locks the doors, so that they can’t.  Poor little witches.  Now, they are stuck in an old stinky magic shop with: (1) a wackadoo wench, who wouldn’t know a good time, if it bit her in the ass; (2) a VERY hungry vampire; (3) and, probably, only one bathroom.  Talk about a nightmare!

Still, the fact that Tara is miserable, makes me happy.  So, well played, Witchiepoo!

“Mommy’s a little busy right now, honey. Go play with your bunny . . . oops.”

SAM!  Get your head out of that little girl’s CROTCH!

Sam’s still at Luna’s house, trying desperately to get into her pants for the first time, despite the fact that Tommy already did so, while wearing his face.  But Luna isn’t really feeling up for sex.  She’s more concerned about the fact that her ex-boyfriend is terrorizing her daughter, and wants to KILL her current boyfriend.  Not about to let little, insignificant, things like that keep him from getting laid, Sam has the lame temporary kind of dumb brilliant idea to take Luna and her daughter camping with them.  After all, he is the owner of “multiple tents.”

“Hey Big Spender!  That’s a whole lotta . . . fabric”

Things are going pretty well for Sam on his little camping trip, with Luna and her kid just eating up Sam’s remarkable prowess for sleeping outside and peeing in the woods . . .

Oh, you have much better aim than your little brother.  I should have known that wasn’t you.”

But then things take a turn for the odd, when Luna’s little girl (her name’s Emma, by the way) gripes about wild bunny rabbits not letting her pet them, like the class pet bunny rabbits at school do.  So, what does Sam do?  He TURNS HIMSELF INTO A RABBIT, and let’s Emma pet him . . . like . . . A LOT.

“Daddy likes being pet . . .” 

Now, if you don’t think too hard about it, this is a super sweet gesture.  I mean, he made the kid happy, right?  Sure . . . but he also sat on her lap, and let her rub him all over.  Just sayin’ . . .

Things got even more inappropriate when Luna LEFT HER OWN DAUGHTER IN A TENT BY HERSELF to go screw Sam.  Yeah, because THAT’S safe, with a sadistic ex-boyfriend on the loose!

Not to mention the countless number of creatures and things that go “bump” in the night . . . something Sam and Luna undoubtedly won’t be able to hear, since they are too busy “bumping” eachother.  I mean, clearly, neither of these individuals has ever seen the Blair Witch Project . . .

Interestingly enough, while Sam and Luna are beating eachother off, Sam’s little brother Tommy is just plain getting beaten . . . (What else is new, right?)

Greasypoo versus Tommy/Sam . . . a match made in dog poopy

“How do you do, Greasypoo!”

The much-maligned Tommy Boy is busy writing Sam an apology/ goodbye letter on a check.  (Well, golly gee!  I guess really DID learn how to read!)   Then suddenly, the door opens, and Greasypoo comes crashing into Merlotte’s looking for Sam.  Greasypoo would very much like to invite Sam to an Ass Kicking.  So, Tommy, who LOVES Ass Kickings, like nobody’s business, decides to go in Sam’s place.  (How generous of him!)

It sure beats having to dress like THIS . . . 

Also in attendance at the Ass Kicking is Alcide, who, following his rejection by Sookie, has decided to become Trailer Trash Debbie’s wolfy pet, 100%.  And Trailer Trash Debbie wants Alcide to be involved with Greasypoo’s pack.  So . . . involved, Alcide must be!

“I will expect on a big hunk of raw meat on my doorstep, as payment for this . . .”

When Tommy/Sam arrives at the rumble spot, Greasypoo threatens him to stop screwing Luna.  Tommy/Sam cleverly remarks that “Sam” has neve even had sex with Luna (which, at this point in the story, was still true . . . for a few more minutes, anyway).  Unfortunately, for Tommy, the moron can’t keep his mouth shut.   And minutes later, he’s bragging about how HE (Tommy Merlotte) slipped Luna the hot skinwalker injection.  As expected, Greasypoo and his friends start kicking Tommy/Sam’s ass, immediately thereafter, despite promising Alcide that they wouldn’t.

“Oops!  My hand must have slipped . . . into your jaw . . . while clenched in a fist.” 

It’s ALCIDE who breaks up the fight, long enough for Greasypoo to realize he’s been beating up the wrong guy.

Now, here’s my question:  As a skinwalker, and a shapeshifter, can’t you shift into anyone or ANYTHING?  Why then is it that Sam and Tommy only seem willing to shift into lame THINGS and lame PEOPLE, respectively?   For example, we’ve seen Sam transform into a couple of pretty wimpy looking dogs, a fly, and a horny, possibly pedophillic, bunny.  So, why not a Lion, a Tiger, or a Bear, oh my!

Likewise, Tommy, so far, has transformed into Sam and Maxine Fortenberry.

  Admittedly, Maxine’s played some pretty bad ass Wii, during her Maenad possession days . . . So, that has to count for something.

But, if he knew he was going to be fighting Greasypoo on his brother’s behalf, why not transform into The Rock, or Vin Diesel, or at least, a WWF wrestler?  Heck, if I had to fight someone, I’d shift into that kid Emma, before I shifted into Sam!  At least SHE’S scrappy!

“I would shift into Cat Barbie!  Because Cat Barbie KICKS ASS!”

“Give me back my EVIL BABY, DAMMIT!”

Hoyt is having a BAD DAY!  He’s woken up with a MAD HANGOVER!  His house stinks of booze, body odor, and bad memories, of his recent breakup with Vampire Jess.  He throws her Twilight Book (haha!), Good Housekeeping Magazines, and various other pop culture paraphernalia, into a box labeled, “For you, Monster.”  And then a Possessed Lala, carrying an Evil Baby, waves a gun at his head, and tells him to get out of the house.  So, Hoyt listens . . . except . . . HE’S NOT WEARING ANY PANTS!

I said, NO PANTS, Hoyt!  Not NO SHIRT!  Get with the program! 

Jason gets the frantic call from a frustrated Hoyt, while he’s still questioning Terry and Arlene about their recently missing child.  The crew all decide to head to Hoyt’s house, to see if they can get Evil Baby back.  Andy benevolently offers to get Hoyt some pants, but forgets after slurping up some yummy V juice.

Funniest Addict Face EVER!

Back at Hoyt’s, Possessed Lala is still waving his gun at everybody who comes near him, and singing to Evil Baby.  He also won’t let any white people into the house.  This, of course, is highly inconvenient, considering that Tara and Lala may very well be the only African Americans in Bon Temps, unless you count the woman currently inhabiting Lala’s body, of course.

“It’s called affirmative action, b*&tches!  I’m just trying to prove a point!” 

Finally, after what seems like a pretty extended standoff, between Possessed Lala, and . . . well, everyone . . . Jesus arrives.

Just kidding!  It’s NURSE JESUS!

“Remember me?  I spent two episodes hanging out with Grandpa Goatlicker.  But I am back to save the day.  YAY!”

Jason, being Jason, wants to know if this is all some weird Sex Roleplay Thing he and Lala do together.  Jesus is not amused.  (But only because he doesn’t realize how much fun roleplaying could be during sex.)

“Don’t knock it, until you’ve tried it, Buddy!” 

As soon as he enters the house, and sees his boyfriend prancing around like a crazy lady, Jesus  immediately figures out what’s going on with Lala.  Apparently, Lala has been possessed by Crazy Eye Lady Mavis, because Mavis’ baby was taken from her, and killed in Hoyt’s house.  When Mavis tried to see the baby, the father panicked and killed MAVIS too!  The bastard then buried both bodies in front of Hoyt’s house, never too be found again  . . . until now.

“I brought back Crazy Lady’s spirit with this doll!  It’s like Child’s Play, only with southern accents, and less butchering.”

What finally clues Mavis in to the fact that this ISN’T her baby, or her body, is that, unlike Mavis, Lala has a weiner.

(Who knew?)

“AHHHH!  How could I make a baby with this?”  Mavis inquires hilariously.  (Well, Mavis, I hate to break this to you, but weiners are kind of required machinery in the baby-making process.)

Jesus, then instructs Hoyt and Terry to dig up Mavis’s decayed dead nasty baby, which she holds, as if it isn’t decayed, dead and nasty . . . you know, because SHE’S TOTALLY EFFIN NUTS  Then Jesus does some MORE magic, to send that b*tch back from whence she came.

Hasta la Vista . .  . you wackadoodle Ghost Mom, you!

In an oddly touching scene, Mavis thanks Lala, and heads up to Heaven, holding and singing to her no longer corpse-looking child.  Poor Heaven!  Now, they are going to have to listen to Mavis sing that AWFUL song, for all eternity.  Sounds more like Hell to me . . .

Speaking of Heaven and Hell . . .

Remember that time when Sookie dreamed she was on The Vampire Diaries?

“Bite me, Damon and Stefan . . . er . . . I mean Eric and Bill.”

Sookie’s napping on the couch (because, like I said, she never, ever works at Merlotte’s anymore), when she awakens clad in a red lace number that would make Vampire Katherine Pierce proud.

Her hair is also perfect and flowy, like the women on the cover of those romance novels.  Piping through the house is this weird music, that’s kind of a cross between the old Sex and the City theme song, instrumental music from old crime movies, and the type of tunes you’d hear in the background of commercials for feminine hygiene products . . .

Music to my ears . . . if I had any .  . . 

But WAIT . . . someone is at the door . . .

Hallelujah!  It’s non-amnesia Eric, with his sexy non-amnesia Eric hair, that cocky non-amnesia Eric look in his eye, and those tight fitting non-amnesia Eric clothes.  Him and Sookie start going at it on the couch, like only Sookie and NON-Amnesia Eric could (no Narnia Sex here!), when it turns out that Vampire Bill is watching the whole thing, like the creepy King Cockblock / vampire voyeur he totally is!

Oh, that’s right!  Now, I remember!  Sookie has BOTH Vampire Eric, and King Cockblock’s blood in her system, and both are dueling for control of her sex dream!

Forget SOOKIE!  These two should really considering f*&king one another!

Sookie sits these two naughty boys on the couch, and gives them the business.  She doesn’t want to belong to Eric OR Bill.  She wants them both to belong to her.  “Why choose one vampire over the other CHOOSE ERIC!  CHOOSE ERIC!  CHOOSE ERIC . . . (and maybe Alcide too!) when you can choose both, and experience, double the pleasure and double the fun?”  Sookie wonders.

And because this is HER dream, her boyfriends obey her every command, without putting up much of a fight . . .

See, Witchiepoo?  Now, SOOKIE is a woman who KNOWS how to use her man servants!  I suggest you take notes . . .

SOMEONE’S Going to Be Sore in the Morning . . .

Back at home, Nan is bawling her eyes out over being kicked out by Hoyt and rejected by Jason.  She’s also coincidentally reminding Nan Flanagan, why she never decided to become a maker.

“Could someone please turn off this Hallmark movie?  I’d very much like to return to my plans for world domination.” 

Meanwhile, Hoyt has just got his house back from Possessed Lala, and commands that his bestie, Jason, bring the “Monster Box” back to the “Monster.”  Jason balks at the idea of seeing Jess again, given all his .  . . urges, and tells Hoyt that it isn’t his place to do that.  But Hoyt replies, as his friend, it is exactly his place.

So Jason, winds up on Jess’ doorstep, looking fiinnnnnne in his leather jacket outfit, and looking strooooooong carrying the box on which he crossed out the words, “Here you go, Monster,” in an effort to spare Jess’ feelings . . .

Fortunately, there’s a solution to this problem . . . one that involves super raunchy sex in the back of a pickup truck with the Taylor Swift song “Haunted” inappropriately playing in the background . . .

Sorry Hoyt!

Speaking of post-coital . . .

Sookie and Trailer Trash Debbie . . . GO TEAM . . . HUH?

Sookie has awakened from her Dream Threesome, and is now wearing a sweatshirt I’m pretty sure I had in third grade . . .

“Hi, is this the Fashion Police?   I’d like to report myself for a gross violation of age-appropriate clothing.”

Trailer Trash Debbie is at the door.  And considering we last saw her, glaring at Alcide with wolfy eyes, and picking up V in a back alley, We are all thinking THIS CANNOT BE GOOD!

“Hiya, pal!  I was wondering if I could borrow a cup of sugar, and rip your face off with my teeth . . .” 

Sookie seems pretty skeptical of Trailer Trash’s motives too.  However, when she reads her mind, Sookie comes to the conclusion that Trailer Trash’s motives are pure.  So, Sookie decides to let Debbie help her to find Eric . . .

To be honest, I don’t really buy this change in heart.  Could the “V” that Debbie took prior to arriving at Sookie’s somehow block her true thoughts from the fairy telepath?  Is she just going with a “keep your friends close, and enemies closer” philosophy?  Does she figure that if Sookie gets Eric back, she will finally leave Alcide alone?  Or is there a darker plan lurking beneath the surface?  I guess only time will tell.

We’ve still got our eye on you, Glow Eyes! 

But for now, Trailer Trash Debbie is functioning as Sookie’s sidekick.  She distracted Witchipoo at the coven, so that Sookie could see Eric, and learn what plans Witchipoo had in store for him.  When Sookie’s presence was exposed, however, it was oddly enough, Annoying Ass Tara, who helped Sookie get away.  She did this, by cleverly holding a gun to her head, and instructing her best friend to “jump her,” so that the escape looked like an “accident” on Tara’s part.

We still don’t like you, Tara . . . Sorry! 

Trailer Trash then drives Sookie to the Tolerance meeting, where all the poop is REALLY about to hit the fan . . .

So much for Vampire Tolerance . . .

Despite Bill’s pleas that the event be called off, the Vampire Tolerance convention (which only features two actual vampires) goes off without a hitch . . .

Oh, look, Nan stole Vampire Pam’s outfit!  No wonder she wasn’t in this episode.  She had nothing to wear!

 . . . that is . . . until Witchipoo arrives with Zombie Eric, and puts all the vampire sheriffs under her spell, so that the whole group of them are running around in public killing everyone that’s not, you know, DEAD already.

 “Hi!  Welcome to Witchipoo’s Slave Club!  My name is Zombie Eric, and I will be your King Cockblock killer, today!”

In the final seconds of the episode, Sookie dashes into the pavillion and warns Bill to run, just as Eric jumps at him with one word in his hazy, mostly, blank, amnesia-addled mind . . . MURDER . . .

And once again, Alan Ball has attempted to make us nervous by “threatening the life” of a character we know all to well WILL NOT GET KILLED.  What do you think, we were born yesterday?  LAME!  Can you say, CLIFFHANGER?

Be sure to tune in next week, when Eric almost definitely WON’T succeed in doing this . . .

 . . . Terry and V-addicted Andy will engage in the battle of the century, and, POSSIBLY, there will be a HUGE confrontation between former (?) besties, Jason and Hoyt, over the Pick-Up Truck F*&k heard round the world . . .

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