Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for May 16, 2021

Her stomach too.

You could have made your comment without the visual effects Aunty. Good God my eyes.

Where’s the eye bleach?

There is gravity on the moon.

That would make Aunty the catty woman of the moon.

Pass some of that green cheese please…

Perky Aunty – hard to imagine.

That’s one thing my wife likes about the pool: “the girls” are where they should be.

Breasts are fatty tissue (actually, they are sweat glands with delusions of grandeur) and they form a natural life preserver. In fact, life vests used to be referred to as “Mae Wests” in honor of the buxom actress.

So why is it call “buoyancy;” should it not be called “girlancy?”

The gravity on the moon is 1/6 of that in Liverpool. There is no oxygen on the moon, the same as in your brain. Also, that repulsive drawing of you is recycled.

AAAAUGH! Not again!

I’m blind!

At my age, I consider anything above the waist to be “perky”.

Fly me to the moon/ where the gravity’s a boon…

Huh. I know guys that look like this!

[SCROLL!] [SCROLL!] [SCROLL!] ㋡

Just get you over-the-shoulder boulder holder and some panty griddles…

Them suckers would create their own gravity.

I’d be more concerned about having a spacesuit on the moon, than your weighty worries, Aunty!

Enjoyed the comments from those informed enough to know that the Moon’s gravity is 1/6 of the Earth’s, and completely agreed with those who were disturbed by this less-than-lovely image of sagging Aunty in her underwear.

Going to clear my mind of that image by taking a look at the covers of some pulp sci-fi magazines of the 40s and 50s that I’ve collected, where scantily clad women in outer space were frequent subjects of the cover art.

Let me know how that works out for you Aunty.

I want to retire in Luna City. That or get counter-grav built into my bras. I’ll wear a monokini there.