Original Vintage Art & Text
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SCENE: Man holding a crying woman who is leaning into him and has woman hand up, partially covering her face. MAN: If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll pretend I’m wrong!
WOMAN: Please pretend…harder!
1958 Art: Dick Giordano & possibly Vince Colletta Color: Allen Freeman
6.1.2.2
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SCENE: Man holding a crying woman who is leaning into him and has woman hand up, partially covering her face. MAN: If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll pretend I’m wrong!
WOMAN: Please pretend...harder!
1958 Art: Dick Giordano & possibly Vince Colletta Color: Allen Freeman
6.1.2.2
WOMAN: Please pretend...harder!
1958 Art: Dick Giordano & possibly Vince Colletta Color: Allen Freeman
6.1.2.2
Jim: “So is this a bad time to mention I’m gay?”
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Jim: “Okay. Yeah, see this suit is really expensive. Silk I think. Dry cleaning it is a bitch. So…maybe you could…I dunno…find a pillow to hug or something?”
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Jim: “Speaking of bodily organs that are, at last, needing to find release…”
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Jim: “All I did was ask was why your curtains have giant paramecium crawling all over them. Sheesh. Drama queen much?”
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Jim: “There, there. Just let the vodka get all the sad out.”
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Jim: “You know…I just noticed. The top of your head makes a really convenient chin rest. Like perfect height.”
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Jim: “When I asked you to cry me a river, I didn’t mean the Mississippi.”
Jim: “I’m sorry you carpet doesn’t match the drapes.”
“I’ll pretend I’m wrong”
… I mean, I’m good at it, after all, I’ve been pretending all this time that you’re a hot chick and that your B.O. isn’t making me want to tear my nose out by the roots!”
… I mean, I’m good at it, after all, I’ve been pretending all this time that that’s not the F.B.I. beating down my door.
… I mean, I’m good at it, after all, I’ve been pretending all this time that I’m actually a guy.
… I mean, I’m good at it, after all, I’ve been pretending all this time that I don’t feel that suspicious lump that’s hitting me on the thigh!
… I mean, I’m good at it, after all, I’ve been pretending all this time that I haven’t seen your conjoined twin.
… I mean, I’m good at it, after all, I’ve been pretending all this time that I haven’t noticed your husband standing there glowering at me and cocking his rifle.
… that’s all I’ve got.
Oh…. Oh NO! That’s not his wallet!!