Last Kiss by John Lustig for April 27, 2020

Wow your roof has a door. Now I’ve heard of everything.

15 minutes? Hah! I only need… wait, I’m not supposed to admit that. Never mind.

If you can’t gross them out enough to drive them back, you’re slipping.

“What do you mean only fifteen minutes?”

too much suspension of disbelief required – would kids actually put their phones down…?

No time for foreplay.

So she’s the babysitter?

Oy, that’s enough time, the roast will be ready by then…

It’s true! After all those years, Lois had to settle for Jimmy!

The neighbours? Is this a free show?

On the roof? What in tarnation? Didn’t their mothers tell them that’s how they’ll get shingles and wind up in the gutter?

Fiddler??

I recall a neighbor kid who told me his dad would spread a roll of pennies (pennies had some worth back in the day) in the back and front yards (in suburbia) and that no one could go back inside the house until they were ALL found. Of course, he always held back a penny until he and the missus were done “frolicking”…

What’s that banging? Sounds like metal balls hitting the roof! Mom and dad are at it again!!

And she replies… “Oh honey, I am sooo sorry. I don’t know how to tell you this, but I am a lesbian…”

It’s alright Dear, I lubed the doorknob…

And you want to make more kids???