One is the Lonliest Number…to Love
You’re the one I love. No, wait! You must be the two. Unless, of course, you’re the three…
You’re the one I love. No, wait! You must be the two. Unless, of course, you’re the three…
He was looking for a maid. He settled for a wife…
His “big plans” are…
—taking her home to meet his parents? (Mom just made parole!)
—playing bingo at church? (Grand prize? A life-sized crucifix!)
—watching sexual hygiene shorts at the asylum? (Two-for-one night if you have a split personality.)
Or maybe he has something even more exciting planned.
WOMAN ON SIDEWALK: See? That’s how you do it! Now pucker up and let’s make a baby!
(Art by Dan De Carlo and gag possibly by Stan Lee)
“That kind” of girl is my kind of girl…
They said it was a romance that wouldn’t last, but…ick!
She wasn’t ready for death. Or that “battle axe” pun in the title…
Lousy pay. No health plan. But at least it’s work.
You make me so hot! When we kiss, I can’t think of anything, but…oh, look! The ceiling needs a fresh coat of paint!