Last Kiss by John Lustig for May 18, 2020

But we don’t want the baby to look too premature.

Another proud graduate of the Ado Annie School of Deportment.

Ah, those van Hornes …

“I wonder what it is that always makes the van Hornes choose the wrong side.”

~Derek Flint

The reverse mullet.

Gives new meaning to the word “deadline.”

She looks familiar … like my cousin … or two.

Don’t worry guys, you’re safe if you practice social distancing.

Who wants to go to a bada bing, bada bang wedding?

Great work, John! This looks so much better than the original panel. As I clicked through the pages of that issue of Western Love Trails, there were so many panels you could use in Last Kiss. Deciding which one to use must be really tough!

It was a Military Wedding!

Well…, there were a lot of guns there.

Propose? Heck, this gives him a week’s head start.

I was married once, but I got it annulled when I found out her dad didn’t have a license for his shotgun.

Totally sidebar…..but…A+ for creativity. https://newsbrig.com/wyoming-strip-club-reopens-with-masks-on-clothes-off-party/13547/

“You will be proposing… Won’t you?”

And you have a couple of days to pack and run away….not necessarily together.

A proposal around here usually means a nine month deadline approaching. In fact, that is the proposal. And no, I don’t live in a trailer park.

“But he left his pitchfork by the door to inspire you”…

Won’t you give me three steps / Give me three steps, mister / Give me three steps towards the door? / Give me three steps / Give me three steps, mister / And you’ll never see me no more.

I remember in the Army 1974 I was awakened by a knock on the door. I had just got in from a two week field deployment testing the Hawk missile system. Slept in the cab of a 543A2 service truck. I was not pleased. Opening the door I found myself facing two Alaskan State Troopers, 2 MPs and an unknown Major. He said that’s him to which I was spun and cuffed in lightening speed. Anyway I found myself facing a civilian judge in Fairbanks, the white Major and his teen age (15) very pregnant daughter. Accusation was Me being the daddy. The dates we supposedly got together however had a problem. I was field deployed to a radar base in western Alaska. This was verified by orders and plane manifests. So I was released….with no apology. I didn’t mind…….about two weeks later she gave birth…I was told he was the cutest little African American baby the nurses had ever seen. Wait? What??? How the hell did she pick me out…I’m a saltine cracker!!

Plenty of time to get out of town…

She may be one of those women who give birth to an 11-lb. preemie.

Some perform better under the gun.