Last Kiss by John Lustig for October 21, 2024

Grinning is all they can do. The other part doesn’t work anymore.

Why is it called a bedroom? Because they all ask if there is room in the bed for them.

X-ray vision.

Grins.. And something to hang your hat on..

Noctural emmissions only happen that way. Consider it helping your fellow men.

I bet she can see right through their intentions!

Are the male ghosts comprised of ‘erectoplasm’?

Would she rather be visited by the Succubus instead of a bunch of horny Incubi?

At least it’s not zombies again.

Hey! Watch that candle Lady! You’ll set on of the text balloons on fire and then…oh the humanity, the humanity of it all.

Just another Grin Ghost Story!

grin and bare it…

Goldilocks and the three bare ghosts eh.

Ah this sound just like one of em spooky kooky giallo plots.

Hippo, Birdies, Two Ewes!

fusilier

James 2:24

BETTY: Archie? Is that you? I told you “no more” after you chose to marry Veronica’s money! Say again? You’ll pay my light bill? OK. One more then…

Because that’s what happens when you have a body that can raise the dead, dear.

“You must be the ghostest with the mostest!” she exclaimed.

Silendafil, had my lady change a pet name to lazurus;

Clothing’s optional on the other side.

They are enjoying the wiew.

Ghosts: “Uh-oh, guys. I think she’s on to us!”

They’re the ghosts of all the men who have died having sex with you. Why else would they hang out in your bedroom?

I see that there are quite a few men who posted in your comments board before they were allowed to be in the bedroom with her.

Oh – and Happy Birthday Diego! Enjoy your day!

Just grin and bear it.

“Last Night in Soho” actually has a scene similar to this.

Reminds me of a story Mom told me, of when she grew up in an old house that had its own spooky moments…

Mom’s oldest sister (around age 17 at the time) took to screaming every night, claiming that a creepy man was watching her from the foot of her bed. Grandmother investigated, but saw nothing. After three nights in a row, Grandmother decided on some action: she faced where my aunt was pointing, and in her sternest Quaker manner, chewed out the “man”. Told him he had no business being in a young lady’s bedroom at night.

Don’t know if it scared off the “man”, or if it just calmed my aunt’s psyche, but my aunt never saw the “man” again.

Happy Birthday, Diego!

The Ghost of Arnold Palmer! Even big tough guys like him.