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WOMAN (to man): But…if that’s the naked truth why are we still dressed?
1961 Inker: Dick Giordano Color: Diego Jourdan Pereira
DJP.lk329
FK21.5.6.6 Original Art
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WOMAN (to man): But…if that’s the naked truth why are we still dressed?
1961 Inker: Dick Giordano Color: Diego Jourdan Pereira
DJP.lk329
FK21.5.6.6 Original Art
The Soon-To-Be Naked Truth
1961 Inker: Dick Giordano Color: Diego Jourdan Pereira
DJP.lk329
FK21.5.6.6 Original Art
The Soon-To-Be Naked Truth
“Well, that and the spanking…”
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“Plus I don’t go for girls who use lipstick to brush their teeth.”
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Diane: “But I didn’t have sex with my Dad…that much…”
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Diane: “No! If you were like my Dad, you’d be sleeping with my Mom! Wait…why are you smiling like that?”
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Diane: “Okay. But are you still going to give me that candy you promised when I got in the back of your van?”
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Diane: “I never thought of you as my father! First of all, you’re never drunk!”
Good ones Jams! I particularly like the brush with lipstick line.
“There are eight million stories in the naked city. This has been one of them.” Or, in this case, soon to be one of them.
She was always forced to answer the question, “Who’s your Daddy?”