I admit my date with my dentist didn’t start out well.
I mean, I had to make an appointment. And the receptionist Carol asked me for my insurance—almost like I was really there to get my wisdom teeth pulled!
But then Carol took me to a small room. It was decorated to look like a dental office. But I knew it was really a private dining room. I sat in a big, deluxe chair—comfy enough for wild, dental sex!
Then Carol handed me a big bib and, of course, I squealed like a teenage girl on her first date. (Which—by the way—I was.)
“Oh, my! Is this a lobster bib?” I asked. “I’ve never had lobster before. I’m a lobster virgin!”
Carol just shook her head and walked away. She never came back. She didn’t even take my drink order. (No tip for that bitch!)
I was pretty steamed, but then—a mere 45 minutes later—Dr. Dreamboat showed up for our date. So I couldn’t stay angry.
And, guess what? He gave me drugs. What a great way to start a date!
I don’t actually remember anything after that. But—after I woke up and stopped throwing up—I was super sore! So I knew I must’ve had a good time.
And that’s when I knew…I was in love!
Meanwhile, back in the present…
See the revamped version of this art and with new, funny dialogue in today’s Last Kiss Comic.
Her appearance reminds me of and your narrative adds to a resemblance of the Katy Mixon charachter Victoria Flynn on the TV show Mike and Molly.
That’s hysterically funny, John! (No tip for that bitch!) ha ha ha ha ha; I love it. You were born with an amazing talent, dear friend.