Rip Haywire by Dan Thompson for January 22, 2011
Rip: These painkillers work. Hey, Cobra, not to get off track, but Fawn kissed me. Cobra: She kissed you? Fawn: It was a good-luck smooch! Sure, he's cute in a Robert Mitchum way. But after spending a week with this brick wall of bravery, his cut is not for me. You're made for each other. Cobra: Hey! I don't know if I want him now, if nobody else will have him! Rip: And my life is back on track.