Grab those hankies and say goodbye to the Ladies of the Lane.
Series finale part one! Save your tears for part two, kids.
Carlos and Gabby fight because it’s an episode of this show.
The Fairview police make Chief Wiggum look like Sipowicz.
When life hands you lemons, make jam from them and smash the jar against the wall.
Someone died last week. Commence requisite flashback episode.
In which someone sexy dies and I want to kick Marc Cherry’s ass.
Something blows up and Susan makes more poor decisions.
Chocolate, flowers, and being a boozy whore. Yup. It’s Valentine’s Day, all right.
I do not want your slut muffins, Bree Van de Kamp!
R.I.P., Edie Britt. You’re up in heaven now, giving crabs to Benjamin Franklin.
Mike has his shirt off. A lot. That’s really all that matters.
Suicides and people getting hit by cars. Ah, classic Desperate Housewives.
It’s Halloween time on Wisteria Lane, which means that anything can happen. But more specifically, something happens.
Even the homeless think Bree’s cooking is pretentious.
There’s actual continuity in this one. It’s strange . . .
What’s so mysterious about Chuck’s bulging package?
This week on Desperate Housewives, things. Get. Pissy. Everyone’s just pissed off in this one, kids. Anyway, most of the [...]
Welcome to Flaccid City. Population: Carlos Solis.
Gabby and Bree have total friendship wood.