Last Kiss by John Lustig for August 23, 2019

It’s better to leave, everything is always about him.

If you think YOU’RE sinking, my seams are about to burst….horrors…..

Something tells me there may be some women visiting you John. Don’t worry about the torches and pitchforks just lock your doors.

Extremely nice work on the re-coloring. Instills a sense of existential threat.

how long have I been here?I feel like I remember this one from before?from the first time??

Former chain-smoker Tallulah Tearwell wore a rose choker to disguise her tracheotomy.

It takes a long shower to clean the quicksand out from a low cut dress.

As a victim of PMS Woman, I can only be jealous of his easy exit.

Tallulah To-Kind. Quicksand? That’s it? All the PMS-ing women in my life show up with with implements of torture that HURT. Like Lorenna Bobbitt. I’ll take a slow quiet death in quicksand any day of the week.

Good Lord! If PMS Woman and Irritable Belle of Brewster Rockit ever get together, it could bring on the apocalypse!

New women’s radio station, WPMS! Listen Now! Playing Blues Classics 24-7!

Some people think everything is all about them.

Dude, you should never have given her your gold card.

Her mother…..”Your PMS is powerful dear……keep training……soon you will reach the super level…….Menopausal!!! ULTIMATE UNLIMITED POWER!!!”

I remember those days and YES, true to form!

You better hope no women read today’s offering. Keep your suit of armor polished

If she has to go shopping, she should go shopping for a bikini.

As a former PMSer, I hearby apologize to all men everywhere on behalf of myself and all my sisters. Thank you for enduring hormonal craziness every month from your beloved. We truly can’t help it. You’d think by now we would have figured out what’s wrong and learned to change our behavior. But as an insider, I can tell you that shifty hormones suck all rationality away and leave nothing but annoyance at EVERYTHING. Even breathing is annoying in the extreme. All external stimuli is downright maddening. The only true relief would come from 3 days of total isolation in an oversized sweat suit with nothing but junk food, particularly sweets. No going anywhere or talking to anyone or doing anything. Not being able to do any of that just doubles down on the emotional horror. Sadly, once recovered, we never think to say “I’m sorry.”

Proof that fat-shaming thoughts can kill!

“I can’t stand it. He even thinks the quicksand does better than me”…