Last Kiss by John Lustig for February 03, 2023

Sorry! The plot has taken an unexpected, grim turn. Poor Abby has a horrible nightmare, balanced between life and death. Johnny turns into The Reaper, driving her through the Valley of Bones. He sings a dirge in imitation of a Hollywood musical, turning it into a dark parody — My Dire Lady:

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“A few more hours, that’s all you’ve got

A few more hours before your soul I’ve got

There’ll be toasts to you all over town

And drunken soldiers falling down ,,,

.[He sings]

“You’re getting buried in the morning

Ding, dong, the bells are gonna toll

No more with boffin’, jump into your coffin

And get into the hearse, let’s roll …

Abby is one and done? I thought she’s multiorgasmic.

Say no more …

Frazetta? Well you have to start somewhere and he was good even here.

She can’t wait….oy

The “ulp” is a good sign!

“Say no more! (No, seriously, shut up and don’t say another word. Ever.)

“Say no more!”

“Know what I mean. NUDGE NUDGE!”

“Does she go?”

LIEUTENANT: SALUTE THE BAR, SOLDIER!

JOE: Look lower, ma’am. Private Little Joe is definitely standing at attention! You’ll have to forgive him for wearing a purple helmet though – that’s your fault!

“Quit nudging me, you’re bruising my ribs.”

Comatose? Makes me think of date rape drugs. Not cool.

Sweet dreams are made of this…..who am I to disagree….I’ve traveled the world and the seven seas….everybody looking for something.

“No, ‘big’ is not the word I would use to describe it.”

Good thing we can’t read minds. Our egos couldn’t take it.

(Mine can barely stand what the body language is saying.)