Like an axe through a damn doorway.
Congratulations to Sara Lunsford, whose “I Dated An Axe Murder” reminded us that love means never having to say “I’m spening my Valentine’s day being defended by gang members from my axe wielding ex-boyfriend.” Also, we never want to date again, ever, now. We’re just going to stay at home and eat some candy, where it is safe and axe-free. Maybe we’ll watch The Shining. And we hope that Sara will use her Bahmin bag to carry tons of pepper spray.