Last Kiss by John Lustig for July 01, 2024

And a Happy Canada Day to all!

He was a dud

MISSILE. The word is spelled MISSILE.

(I repeatedly offer my services as a proofreader to cartoonists but so far no one has ever taken me up on it. And my rates are so reasonable!)

He has left many a Miss ill.

Sorry, the boat is leaky. I’m a no show for the night.

“….and off course.”

And what a radioactive MESS!

more like a sparkler…

Just before his missile lands, he’ll shout “Incoming!”

[very NSFW]

Woman catches her husband cheating. Enraged, she goes out and gets herself done up at her best. Looking like a star on the red carpet, she goes to the sleaziest biker bar she can find.

In a minute she spots her target. Tall, hairy, covered with tattoos, and loaded with muscles.

Ten minutes later they are in the motel, going at it like two wild animals.

Eleven minutes later the guy is done and is already lighting a cigarette.

“You creep. Who the hell is supposed to get off from that?”

“Me.”

His name is Houston and he has a problem.

A Damp Squib or a gnab gib

A Damp Squib or a Gnab Gib ?

Exploded on the launch pad …

Never achieved orbit !

She gave a whimper after that bang.

She was looking forward to the Grand Finale, but he punked out.

Prematurely….a man’s worst enemy in bed……….

Is that why they call you quickshot.

This was in the days before female “anti-missile” protection.

MISSILE – #nobodyproofreads

HER: Leave room for the Holy Spirit!

HIM: Sorry baby. I don’t do 3 Ways.

He’d be right on time if he moved north. Happy Canada Day, everybody!

Well he’s got that problem out of the way………continue Play.

Cue that Song Which Shall Not Be Named! (c. 1977)

just wait 15 min.