Eager to Cure

Eager to Cure

Meanwhile, back in 1951…
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WOMAN: You know, Virginity can be cured!
Art: Bill Ward Restoration & Color: Diego Jourdan Pereira
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Live Long and Shop

Live Long and Shop

Meanwhile, back in 1958…
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WOMAN: Good news! My doctor prescribed shopping!
Pencils: Dick Giordano Color: Allen Freeman
©2014 Last Kiss Inc
6.1.7.4

Poems for Girls with Runny Noses

Original art by the Vince Colletta Studio in First Kiss #36, 1964.

Original art by the Vince Colletta Studio in First Kiss #36, 1964.

Really? No poetry? Just because of the sniffles?

My friends, this injustice must be corrected. Women with sniffles need great, uplifting poetry too. Alas, all I could manage was this:

Bonnie was a lassie,
Always perfect. Never gassy.
But then—alas! She caught a cold!
Her suitors fled. Not one was bold!
All in fact—Bonnie sniffled sadly—were “just not classy!”

Meanwhile, back in the present…
See the revamped version of this art and with new, funny dialogue in today’s Last Kiss Comic.

Don’t Be Rash

Don’t Be Rash

Meanwhile, back in 1964…
See the original 1964 art and dialogue for today’s Last Kiss webcomic here.

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SCENE: Old male doctor talking to an embarrassed young woman.

DOCTOR: You’ll be fine! But don’t date my son ‘til that rash clears up!

Art: Vince Colletta Studio Color: Allen Freeman

©2014 Last Kiss Inc

36.1.8.2

She Comes Every Six Months

Art by Dick Giordano from First Kiss #31, 1963.

Art by Dick Giordano from First Kiss #31, 1963.

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.