Last Kiss by John Lustig for October 28, 2024

Side chicks plural? Not sure if that’s brave or stupid. The old joke is a need a girl who can cook, one who’s good in bed, and one who looks good on my arm; but most important of all ensure that they don’t meet each other!

Holy Halloween is what I’m about, come on babe I mean you;ve got legs all the the way to….. holy mother of power squats;

A “technique” on Showtime’s “Dexter” was to hide a corpse in an open grave with a few inches of dirt over it. Then let the scheduled funeral proceed with the unrelated person in a casket lowered and buried on top.

And another fool makes the grave mistake of falling for her line, “Let’s have some kinky sex in the cemetery! It’ll really make you stiff.”

I hope he likes flowers, because pretty soon, he’ll be “pushing up daisies to welcome the sun and the morning dew”.

He’s going to be stiffer than he’s ever been before.

Little did he know that she’s into necrophilia.

this won’t end well…!

If he opens his eyes too soon, it will be Holler-ween a bit early.

He may think it’s creepy walking through a cemetery at night, but she has to walk out alone

Deep down, he’s a good guy.

She is going to make him get permanently stiff.

Side chicks… plural? Yikes!

Make no bones about this, she’s a devious bi-atch!

Just desserts??

Later she would say “Buried deep you will find his good qualities.”

He will share eternity with his back ho – all of them.

“Oooh, Trick or Treat?”

“Yes! …And no…”

He may be going down, but not like he thinks!

He made a grave mistake.

Very talented woman. Can operate a backhoe and get rid of the evidence.

Soon to be seen on Oxygen’s Buried In The Back Yard.

Dig deep. Cover corpse with a foot or two of clay. Cover with a vault containing casket or coffin containing officially certified corpse. Cover with more dirt. Re-erect the marker of the acknowledged deceased. Seek next victim. Repeat as necessary

Who you callin’ a backho’?

Earl had a very complex back story

Chicks dig this eh.

[nsfw] Apparently, Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein, was the original goth girl. Before writing the horror classic as a drunk bet, she lost her virtue on her mother’s grave.

Just let me get the chain saw started…