Last Kiss by John Lustig for December 02, 2024

Him: I don’t care if you break him. He doesn’t owe me any money.

Don’t forget weed for your pipe.

What would you like delivered I take requests, Your cowgirl could be less bronc busting.

I can’t help being distracted by that small statue. It looks like Rodin’s Thinker with a beard and a man bun, and he’s wet nursing an infant.

Sure. It’ll save me the tip.

Yes, please don’t, the deposit for delivery boys getting expensive.

They called the delivery man Steely Dan III from Yokohama, and he ran out of steam, a critical part breaking from metal fatigue.

At least he died happy.

promises, promises…

Excellent line work. ‘The flick of a wrist twisting down to the hips..’ An Architect’s Dream-Kate Bush

John, you might have a multi-million dollar idea with Drug Dash. Little blue pills. Alcohol. Marijuana products. Big markets and demand.

“I’m out of the mood, Hugh. Well, I was never really in it, you rich, old, wrinkly fossil who’s only appeal is your ability to make me famous – kind of – maybe.”

… ewww … I bet he leaves a small tip

Her extra thought bubble: “Why is he saying that to my butt?”

The delivery boy’s just a warm up before the main act. One time use, then throw away.

If penetration is the only thing they can think of for that sort of fun, they have a lousy sex life.

I’ve always been afraid to click on the “Meet Your Creator” link. Sounds rather ominous.

She’s TRYING to be responsible.

Steve Canyon, The Dissipated Years

I was never interested in Mystery in Space when the lead feature was Adam Strange as drawn by Carmine Infantino, but became a regular reader when it was replaced by Ultra the Multi Alien as drawn by Lee Elias.

Sign me up for door dash.