Welcome to LepreCon

Happy St. Patrick’s Day from me and my partner in today’s comic shenanigans—Mike Pascale.

In addition to transforming a guy in a striped suit (see first panel below) into a leprechaun, Mike provided today’s “lepre-con” pun.

By the way, today’s comic is a mashup of two panels from FIRST KISS Comics. See below.

Art by the Vince Colletta Studio from FIRST KISS #8, 1959.


Artist unknown. Art from the story “The Love that Failed” in FIRST KISS #25, 1962.

↓ Transcript
SCENE: Leprechaun talking to a skeptical woman.

LEPRECHAUN: You're in luck, lass! For a pot o' gold*...you can buy a hot night o' leprechaun love!

WOMAN: Sounds like a lepre-con job to me!


Preposterous Pun & Lavish Leprechaun Art: Mike Pascale

John Lustig’s Last Kiss
©2017 Last Kiss Inc. iInc


  1. First Panel:
    “Yes. And they say you are the same person! Admit it! We never see you and Lola in the same place at the same time!”
    “Well…she just likes to hang out at a club down in North SoHo…the kind of place where they serve champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola”
    “Yes. C-O-L-A. Cola. “
    “Huh. Maybe all that cola is why she has such a dark brown voice…”
    “Who has a dark brown voice?”
    “Yes. Lo-lo-lo-L-Lola.”

    “Your stutter is really getting better. “
    “Thanks. I take lots of drugs.”

  2. Second Panel:

    “I know. I’ll sleep with Tom, Brad, Harry, George, Betty, Betty’s brother Olaf, that guy at the bowling alley who reminds me of Dad, the Smiths…Mister and Missus…, David Duchovny, and the passengers aboard Flight 257 bound for Houston. If I’m still thinking about Bob after all that, it must be love.”

    “Of course, Fred was also saying I was lousy in bed. So what does he know?”

    “I mean…I know I’ve been in love with Bob’s money all this time. But the man himself…hmmm.”

    “Maybe I should ask Bob’s wife what she thinks about it.”

    “Oh no. Wait. This story is called ‘The Love that Failed’. So I guess that answers that. Guess I’ll go back to trolling leather bars for sugar daddies.”

    • After all that sex, I don’t see how she can even stay conscious—much less think about Bob.


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