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		<title>Vote for Best Dialog in Humor Contest</title>
		<link>http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/02/07/vote/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 08:47:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
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We received hundreds of submissions in the Last Kiss/Orson Scott Card writing contest. We narrowed it down to seven finalists, but you pick the winner. Vote here through Feb. 13, 2010 at 11:59 p.m. CST.
Results announced here and on GoComics.com/lastkiss on Feb. 15. Detailed info about prizes &#38; rules.
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<p>We received hundreds of submissions in the <strong>Last Kiss/Orson Scott Card</strong> writing contest. We narrowed it down to seven finalists, but <strong>you</strong> pick the winner. <strong><a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/ZBBD28S">Vote here</a></strong> through Feb. 13, 2010 at 11:59 p.m. CST.</p>
<p>Results announced here and on GoComics.com/lastkiss on Feb. 15. <a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/22/new-last-kiss-contest-write-a-comic-with-orson-scott-card/">Detailed info about prizes &amp; rules.</a></p>
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		<title>Lie to Me! Please!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/02/06/lie-to-me-please/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John Lustig</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[birthday]]></category>
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		<title>Momma&#8217;s Delicate Condition</title>
		<link>http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/02/04/mommas-delicate-condition/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John Lustig</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[	<p><a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/02/04/mommas-delicate-condition/"><img src="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/comics/2010-02-04-Momma.jpg" border="0" alt="Momma&#8217;s Delicate Condition" title="Momma&#8217;s Delicate Condition" /></a></p>Run!!!!
I don&#8217;t always know who my characters are. But this fearsome mom is different. Many thanks to fan Torsten Adair who came up with the following name and bio:
Gertrude P. Thornsucker. (The P stands for Patricia.) Thornsucker is her maiden name.
She was once the CEO of Amalgamated Feminine Industries. The company was merged with Sweet [...]]]></description>
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<p>I don&#8217;t always know who my characters are. But this fearsome mom is different. Many thanks to fan <strong>Torsten Adair</strong> who came up with the following name and bio:</p>
<p><strong>Gertrude P. Thornsucker.</strong> (The P stands for Patricia.) Thornsucker is her maiden name.</p>
<p>She was once the CEO of <strong>Amalgamated Feminine Industries.</strong> The company was merged with <strong>Sweet &amp; Pink, Inc</strong>, at which time she retired as CEO and took a seat on the Board of Directors.</p>
<p>In her spare time, she does needlepoint of stock certificates (highly sought after on Wall Street) while listening to Bloomberg Radio.  She is a championship Bridge player, once beating the pair of <strong>Bill Gates</strong> and <strong>Warren Buffett</strong>.  (Warren mowed her lawn, Bill designed her MySpace page.)<br />
<span id="more-2274"></span>Her favorite color is <span style="color: #412ed1;">periwinkle.</span> <strong>Lawrence Welk&#8217;s</strong> music makes her so randy that she has a bubble machine AND a giant plexiglas champagne hot tub in her boudoir.  (An underground video of her having intercourse with noted accordionist <strong>Wilhelm von Niederbergerhofstein</strong> while he played &#8220;Lady of Spain&#8221; circulates amongst accordion aficionados.)</p>
<p>Her daughter, <strong>Johanna G. P. Thornsucker</strong>, was adopted as a baby from British Honduras.  She excels in fencing, maintains the Neuro Linguistic Programming page on Wikipedia, and is on the Honor Roll at Makia Valley High School. Upon graduating, she intends to major in International Relations and Global Economics.</p>
<p>She met her current husband, <strong>Johnny Esposito</strong>, when he was employed at AFI as a junior accountant. (He is twenty years younger than G.P.) No longer employed at AFI, he manages the Thornsucker Family Trust and Foundation, and sits on the board of various local charities.  His pickle chiffon pie is quite famous locally.</p>
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		<title>Dancing for Dates</title>
		<link>http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/02/02/lap-dance/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John Lustig</dc:creator>
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		<title>Three&#8217;s a Crowd! Two&#8230;Ain&#8217;t Enough!</title>
		<link>http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/31/threes-a-crowd-two-aint-enough/</link>
		<comments>http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/31/threes-a-crowd-two-aint-enough/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John Lustig</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[	<p><a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/31/threes-a-crowd-two-aint-enough/"><img src="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/comics/2010-01-31-Orson.gif" border="0" alt="Three&#8217;s a Crowd! Two&#8230;Ain&#8217;t Enough!" title="Three&#8217;s a Crowd! Two&#8230;Ain&#8217;t Enough!" /></a></p>Lucky me. Not only did Orson Scott Card create a caption for the current writing contest (submit through Feb. 5, 2010), he also wrote the dialog for today&#8217;s comic. 
Frankly, I love it. (If Charles Addams did romance comics I’d like to think they’d be like this.)
Orson actually wrote captions for a number of other [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p><a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/31/threes-a-crowd-two-aint-enough/"><img src="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/comics/2010-01-31-Orson.gif" border="0" alt="Three&#8217;s a Crowd! Two&#8230;Ain&#8217;t Enough!" title="Three&#8217;s a Crowd! Two&#8230;Ain&#8217;t Enough!" /></a></p><p>Lucky me. Not only did Orson Scott Card create a caption for the <a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/22/new-last-kiss-contest-write-a-comic-with-orson-scott-card/">current writing contest (submit through Feb. 5, 2010)</a>, he also wrote the dialog for today&#8217;s comic. </p>
<p>Frankly, I love it. (If Charles Addams did romance comics I’d like to think they’d be like this.)</p>
<p>Orson actually wrote captions for a number of other Last Kiss panels. I’m just trying to figuring out the best time and format to use them. As I said before…lucky me.</p>
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		<title>June In January</title>
		<link>http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/28/june-in-january/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John Lustig</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[	<p><a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/28/june-in-january/"><img src="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/comics/2010-01-28-June-in-January.gif" border="0" alt="June In January" title="June In January" /></a></p>Today&#8217;s comic was written by &#8220;June&#8221; who entered one of my recent writing contests and won in a close vote by readers. How close? One vote! See? Voting matters&#8230;at least when it comes to selecting what (or whom) you&#8217;re going to laugh about!
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p><a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/28/june-in-january/"><img src="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/comics/2010-01-28-June-in-January.gif" border="0" alt="June In January" title="June In January" /></a></p><p>Today&#8217;s comic was written by &#8220;June&#8221; who entered one of my recent writing contests and won in a close vote by readers. How close? One vote! See? Voting matters&#8230;at least when it comes to selecting what (or whom) you&#8217;re going to laugh about!</p>
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		<title>Read Dialog in Last Kiss/Orson Scott Card Contest</title>
		<link>http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/27/fun-dialog-received-so-far-in-last-kissorson-scott-card-contest/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 05:48:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Submissions are no longer accepted for the contest. But you can still read the all of the submissions. We received hundreds! The challenge was to use Orson Scott Card&#8217;s opening caption as a starting point and come up with dialog for the man and/or woman in the comic.

(To help select a winner, vote here. Winner [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Submissions are no longer accepted for the contest. But you can still read the all of the submissions. We received hundreds! The challenge was to use Orson Scott Card&#8217;s opening caption as a starting point and come up with dialog for the man and/or woman in the comic.<br />
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<p><em>(To help select a winner, <a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/ZBBD28S">vote here</a>. Winner announced Feb. 15, 2010.)<br />
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<h3><strong>Submissions from Fans:<a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Orson-FellTree3504.gif"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-2339" title="Orson-FellTree350" src="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Orson-FellTree3504-176x300.gif" alt="" width="176" height="300" /></a></strong></h3>
<p>Cruelly mocked by the Homecoming King ten years ago with such nicknames as &#8220;Pepperoni Puss&#8221; (acne), &#8220;Nebraska&#8221; (flat and plain), and &#8220;Frez Nell&#8221; (thick glasses), Eustace Tittlesworth would have her revenge at the reunion picnic, as soon as the effects of his arsenic-laced cocktail took effect.  &#8212; <strong>Torsten Adair</strong></p>
<p>Billy Bob: Well, hell&#8217;s bells Norma Jean, this is my very last day ever as a tree hugger! From now on you can consider me a bona fide, genuine devoted Lap Lounger, for sure! This is darned comfortable. Norma Jean: (thinking) Why God? Why me? I only went braless the one time, and this is how you punish me?  &#8211;  <strong>Michael Clark</strong></p>
<p>He wasn&#8217;t sure if he was suffering from heat stroke or if he was just dizzy in love, but he knew one thing&#8230; the only thing that could provide him relief was the shade from her gigantic rack.  &#8212; <strong>Stan Yan</strong><br />
&#8230;Not realizing that he had just been thrown off the branch by an irate chipmunk.  &#8211;  <strong>Chris Martin</strong></p>
<p>Her thought balloon: Screw visiting Granny, this dude is hot.  &#8211;  <strong>Karyl Miller</strong></p>
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<p>She:  Wanta try that again, and this time I&#8217;ll be ready  for you?  &#8212; <strong>Bill Wakeland</strong></p>
<p>She: &#8220;You&#8217;re late. Again.&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>J. Rankin</strong></p>
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He: &#8220;Oui, madame &#8212; Inspector Clouseau at your service&#8230;&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>J. Rankin</strong></p>
<p>&#8220;I must remember the steps: dress up, sit under tree, have beer ready, wait for man to drop&#8230;&#8221;  <strong>&#8211;  J. Rankin</strong></p>
<p>From girl:  Honey, are you sure you can get this car fixed or should we call the Bedrock Automotive Association for a tow?  <strong>&#8211;  Willaim E. Crupe</strong></p>
<p>At least this meant she no longer had to make quiche.  <strong>&#8211;  June McLeish</strong></p>
<p>She: Are you hurt bad Darling? He: Ya ever hear of anyone bein&#8217; hurt GOOD???  &#8211; <strong> Lonnie Cavenee</strong></p>
<p>Obviously, all that other beer in the basket was overplanning&#8230;  <strong>&#8211;  J. Rankin</strong></p>
<p>At last! Someone to take me bowling! I can dump this fancy gown&#8230;  <strong>&#8211;  J. Rankin</strong></p>
<p>The last of tree species Acer Sapiens Brewski &#8212; it must be protected!   <strong>&#8211;  J. Rankin</strong></p>
<p>&#8220;Well, I guess that big bad wolf wasn&#8217;t so bad after all&#8221;  <strong>&#8211;  Mike Frey</strong></p>
<p>It was unfortunate, however, that his scrotum was firmly caught in one of the lower limbs.  <strong>&#8211;  Scott Pelking</strong></p>
<p>They look even bigger from here!  <strong>&#8211;  Jeryl Bodack</strong></p>
<p>I guess climbing trees isn&#8217;t your thing honey.  Why don&#8217;t you try something easier&#8230;like me.  &#8211;  <strong>Gordon</strong></p>
<p>I thought I&#8217;d never find a man who could keep his beer like Daddy could!  At last, my heart is answered!  &#8211;  <strong>Penny Edmonds</strong></p>
<p>Well!  I can see he kept the beer intact and functioning!  Let&#8217;s hope everything else works!  &#8211;  <strong>Penny Edmonds</strong></p>
<p>It&#8217;s just like the song mama used to sing me when I was a girl&#8211; &#8220;Twinkle, twinkle, little man, Fell from tree but kept your can!&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Penny Edmonds</strong></p>
<p>She thought there would be plenty of time to tell him &#8216;I was one, too&#8230; once&#8230;&#8217; &#8220;  &#8211; <strong> J. Rankin</strong></p>
<p>She: &#8220;Jeesh, everywhere I go , men are falling for me.  &#8211;  <strong>Valarie Ziroli</strong><br />
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Him thinking:Wow! didn&#8217;t think my head would land in her lap after that fall.  &#8211;  <strong>Valarie Ziroli</strong></p>
<p>He was a beer guzzler and she a champagne queen but she was sure her sex addiction would overcome their differences.  &#8211;  <strong>Jeff Frisch</strong></p>
<p>Honey, next time you fall for me&#8230;fall to your knees and extend your hand with a ring with some bling.  &#8211;  <strong>Gale Grove</strong></p>
<p>He:  &#8220;Say, doll.  You into treesomes?&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Al Duzak</strong></p>
<p>She:  &#8220;I like your lumber, Jack.&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Al Duzak</strong></p>
<p>TREE:  &#8220;Get rid of him, Patsy.  Can&#8217;t you see he&#8217;s a no-good fallen down trunk?  Yep.  Just like my father was.&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Al Duzak</strong><br />
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Steve Buscemi: &lt;to self&gt;I gotta thank my plastic surgeon. Trany: &lt;to self&gt;I gotta thank my plastic surgeon.  &#8211;  <strong>Bender_Sastre</strong></p>
<p>Man: Am I Dead? Woman: Well, if ya ain&#8217;t, I&#8217;m gonna have a  helluva time skinnin&#8217; ya.  &#8211;  <strong>Bender_Sastre</strong></p>
<p>She:  &#8220;I like a man with some fir on his chest.&#8221; He:  &#8220;And I really pine for your cones.&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Al Duzak</strong></p>
<p>She is thinking of the hymn, &#8220;There is a green hill far away.&#8221; He is thinking of her and &#8220;The green hills are close at hand.&#8221; &#8211;  <strong>Bill Wakeland</strong></p>
<p>He asked himself,&#8221;Why am I thinking of the book, &#8216;How Green Was My Valley?&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Bill Wakeland</strong></p>
<p>&#8221;Who would have thought&#8230;uh&#8230;&#8230;there would been a &#8220;RATTLE SNAIL &#8220;&#8230;..uh&#8230;&#8230;in the tree&#8230;uh&#8230;. but what a way to go&#8230;&#8230;.  &#8211;  <strong>ALBERT MORALES</strong></p>
<p>She: &#8220;Now if only he would turn over.&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Grace Reamer</strong></p>
<p>While you&#8217;re down there, be a good boy; roll over.  &#8211;<strong> Janice Hackney</strong></p>
<p>After Tina&#8217;s breast enhancement surgery, Jason discovered she made a much better shady spot to lay under then any tree.  &#8211;  <strong>Jenette Downing</strong></p>
<p>He:  “I only pulled this stunt because my buddies told me you were a . . . limbphomaniac?   Is that the right word?”   She:  &#8220;Close enough, handsome.&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Al Duzak</strong></p>
<p>Do we have to play&#8221;Me Tarzan,You Jane,&#8221; every time we have a picnic?  &#8212; <strong>Dale Netherton</strong></p>
<p>Sadly, he was just the stunt double.  She would have to continue this romantic scene with Adam Sandler instead.  &#8212; <strong>Chris Martin</strong><br />
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<p>Staring up at the strange woman&#8217;s cleavage, Max suddenly forgave her for kicking away his ladder.  &#8211;  <strong>Chris <a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/last100125.300pixels9.gif"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-2195" title="last100125.300pixels" src="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/last100125.300pixels9.gif" alt="" width="180" height="308" /></a>Martin</strong></p>
<p>&#8220;Mom was right, nuts do fall from trees!&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Fay Hudson</strong></p>
<p>Well, pin me like a bug and call me sweetheart!  Looks like I got me a keeper, Mama!  &#8211;  <strong>Kathleen Standard</strong></p>
<p>Man: Ooof! I think I&#8217;ve broken something!  Honey, could you put a straw in my beer?  &#8211;  <strong>Penny Edmonds</strong></p>
<p>I told mother this would work much better than those mattresses and a pea!  &#8211;  <strong>Penny Edmonds</strong></p>
<p>Ooo, good hands.  I think I&#8217;ll take this one home.  &#8212; <strong>Penny Edmonds</strong></p>
<p>(yawn) Nice nap, Honey&#8230;sorry I had to chain you to that rock, but this is the last beer. &#8211;  <strong>Michael Hartwell</strong></p>
<p>SO SHE WAITED FOR HIM TO PASS OUT AND THEN BROKE OUT THE MARIJUANA BROWNIES! &#8212; <strong>KEVIN MEWS</strong></p>
<p>As he stared into her eyes through the valley of her breasts, she said; &#8220;What do you think of these mountains?&#8221; &#8212; <strong>Michael Rath</strong></p>
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<p>&#8230;and refusing her apple.  &#8212; <strong>Marija Miletic Dail</strong></p>
<p>&#8230;and, refused her apple.  &#8212; <strong>Marija Miletic Dail</strong></p>
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<p>Having drained him dry and knocked his shoes off, Nasty Von Tramp waits his recovery. This time it will be the socks and his wallet.  &#8211;  <strong>June</strong></p>
<p>Overcome by the smell of day old socks, Doris finally knows why our feet are the farthest away from our noses!  &#8211;  <strong>Carol Newnum</strong></p>
<p>He:  &#8220;Sorry to disappoint you, honey.  But on my way down, I think I bruised a couple of acorns.&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Al Duzak</strong></p>
<p>She:  &#8220;Well, like the old saying goes &#8211;  &#8216;The stewed apple doesn&#8217;t fall far from the tree.&#8217; &#8220;  &#8211;  <strong>Al Duzak</strong></p>
<p>Betty: Gosh, Archie, falling head over heels seems so silly when taken literally. Couldn&#8217;t you have just thrown yourself at my feet if you were going to be so obvious? Archie: (thinking)Thank God Jughead showed me how to do this without dropping the beer. I wonder if those are real?  &#8211;  <strong>Mike Clark</strong></p>
<p>Her: Silly boy! You know you have to have a red cape and a fabulous emerald cocktail dress to fly like Superman. All you did was fall out of a tree. Him: Does this mean you&#8217;re not submitting me for What Not To Wear?  &#8211;  <strong>Mike Clark</strong></p>
<p>She: (thinking) Could this be the one Mummy told me I was saving myself for? Tall, dark and handsome, rich and mysterious? Why didn&#8217;t she mention clumsy and those hideous blue socks?  &#8211;  <strong>Mike Clark</strong></p>
<p>I HOPE YOUR SISTER ISN&#8217;T ANGRY WITH ME. I ONLY ASKED HER HOW LONG SHE&#8217;S BEEN A WOMAN.  &#8211;  <strong>Ken</strong></p>
<p>Him &#8211; What are the chances we&#8217;d BOTH forget our shoes! Her &#8211; And I really wanted to eat at that cute little diner&#8230;  &#8211;  <strong>Gary Glazier</strong></p>
<p>Man:  Sorry I couldn&#8217;t reach the apples.    Woman:  Well, you&#8217;re the apple of my eye.Or maybe just a big fruit.  &#8211;  <a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/lk20100125Bare.gif"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-2183" title="lk20100125Bare" src="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/lk20100125Bare-159x300.gif" alt="" width="89" height="168" /></a><strong>Simon Willard</strong></p>
<p>Man:&#8221;Love is&#8230;admitting your mistake.  Oi!  We&#8217;re in the wrong comic!  We&#8217;re wearing clothes!&#8221;  &#8212; <strong>Jonathan Bridge</strong></p>
<p>If I can find his wallet and keys, I can be long gone before God realizes the apple&#8217;s missing&#8230;&#8230;  &#8211;  <strong>Jack O&#8217;Melia</strong></p>
<p><strong> </strong>&#8220;So frail, like a little bird &#8230; relax, darling, Mama will fix it. Now &#8212; one quick TWIST!&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Valerie Jones</strong></p>
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She:  &#8220;I love to commune with nature, don&#8217;t you?&#8221; He:  &#8220;Yeah, sure.  Speaking of which, it&#8217;s time to air out my caterpillar.&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Al Duzak</strong></p>
<p>Thinking:  Finally, Some peace and quiet.  &#8211;  <strong>Chris Suppa</strong></p>
<p>Him: Surely this is the best beer I have ever had. Her: Good, because the micro-brew is mine, and by the way who&#8217;s this Shirley?Or(and don&#8217;t call me Shirley)  &#8211;  <strong>Robert Hord</strong></p>
<p>Sadly, he died.  &#8211;  <strong>Bob Martin</strong></p>
<p>Man says:   Pregnant! That&#8217;s Impossible  &#8211;  <strong>Chris Suppa</strong></p>
<p>WOMAN (thought bubble): I knew coming to Fangorn Forest for a picnic would pay off. Thanks for delivering Prince Bud, my dear Ent friend.  &#8211;  <strong>Randy Lee</strong></p>
<p>He knew that he had made a painful error when she had said  &#8220;I like a man with a woody.&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Gale Grove</strong></p>
<p>But where&#8217;s mine?  That is so you&#8230;only thinking of yourself.  &#8211;  <strong>Jim Cahill</strong></p>
<p>&#8220;Honey, I don&#8217;t know how this is even physically possible but your about a quart low!&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Les West</strong></p>
<p>Her&#8230;thinking &#8211; Third date, no shoes, that&#8217;s it! No more dating Amish guys!  &#8212; <strong>Gary Glazier</strong></p>
<p>Man:&#8221;I just want to say&#8230;I love you, honey.&#8221; Woman:&#8221;But you&#8217;re not getting any more beer.&#8221;  &#8212; <strong>Jonathan Bridge</strong></p>
<p>Man:&#8221;You&#8217;ll never catch me up there sober.&#8221;  &#8212; <strong>Jonathan Bridge</strong></p>
<p>Man:&#8221;I could be Charlie Brown&#8217;s kite.&#8221;  &#8212; <strong>Jonathan Bridge</strong></p>
<p>Man:&#8221;Does this mean I beat Tarzan in that category?&#8221;  &#8212; <strong>Jonathan Bridge</strong></p>
<p>He said she could have the remote control over his cold, dead body. The cyanide in the Jell-o salad took care of the <a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/last100125.300pixels5.gif"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-2178" title="last100125.300pixels" src="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/last100125.300pixels5-175x300.gif" alt="" width="175" height="300" /></a>&#8216;dead&#8217; part &#8230; now she just had to wait for him to cool off and she could safely take it home and watch &#8220;Desperate Housewives.&#8221;   <strong>&#8211; Elizabeth Wennick</strong></p>
<p>He says:  I LOVE my pleasure spiked with pain, Now where are those nipple clamps?  &#8211;<strong> Chris Suppa</strong></p>
<p>&#8230;and a real idiot for believing my story about a magic tree that grows beer cans.  &#8212; <strong>Chris Martin</strong></p>
<p>He knew she was a REAL MAN by what lies beneath that green dress, The sexiest man he&#8217;s ever seen.  &#8211;  <strong>Chris Suppa</strong></p>
<p>And he knew she was a real woman because her impressive bust helped break his fall.  &#8211;  <strong>Chris Martin</strong></p>
<p>&#8220;You went to a lot of trouble to meet someone who&#8217;s gay.&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Allen Smith</strong></p>
<p>MAN: Darling, this is heaven. The sky is an amazing blue, like the hand of God used the Photoshop render tool. The air is fresh, crisp, and I can smell the sweet woody scent of the tree that shelters us. I have good food, a fine ale, the newest Orson Scott Card novel Hidden Empire and a beautiful lady to share this all with. This isn’t science fiction, my love, this is life! This is bliss! WOMAN: Zzzzzzzz…!  &#8211;  <strong>Janet Hetherington</strong><br />
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Ender: I am so smart I can practically wipe out an entire race of aliens but I still can&#8217;t climb a tree. Girl: Oh honey, doing things in zero gravity is very different than here on earth. Maybe instead of climbing a tree you should try something easier&#8230;like me.  &#8211; <strong> Gordon</strong></p>
<p>Him: I feel faint. Her: You should put your head between my knees.  &#8211;  <strong>Jeff Willis</strong></p>
<p>Woman, thought: &#8220;I wonder if he&#8217;s got a younger brother. My mom could use a new beau.&#8221;  &#8211; <strong> Lee Houston, Junior</strong></p>
<p>That&#8217;s the first time I saw boxer shorts up a tree, but the second time I saw that color lipstick.  &#8211;  <strong>Ed Oesch</strong></p>
<p>He knew she was a real woman when she caught his head in her lap. &#8212; <strong>Jason Newquist</strong></p>
<p>She admired his manly supine form, observing how he continued to keep a firm grip on his beer. Eventually, she leaned over him and cooed, &#8220;Does it hurt much, Dear?&#8221; Somehow, it didn&#8217;t as he gazed up into perfection. &#8220;Uh- I was just dropping in,&#8221; he finally said.  &#8211;  <strong>Teresa Kuhl</strong></p>
<p>Let me guess. You&#8217;re from New Orleans.  &#8211;  <strong>Gilbert Jagot</strong></p>
<p>As for Bruce, he completely forgot about the accident that left parts of his wife and his Jeep lodged in several different trees.  &#8211;  <strong>Chris Martin</strong></p>
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<p>He knew that she was a real women when she opened the beer with her tongue. <strong> &#8211;  Gale Grove<a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/last100125.300pixels4.gif"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-2163" title="last100125.300pixels" src="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/last100125.300pixels4-175x300.gif" alt="" width="122" height="210" /></a></strong></p>
<p>Jimmy. That&#8217;s NOT how I do my lap dances!&#8221;   <strong>&#8211;  Donn Ross</strong></p>
<p>&lt;she sighs contentedly and thinks&gt;<br />
&#8220;Dead men are so much easier to get along with.&#8221;   <strong>&#8211; T Charles</strong></p>
<p>SHE: Yes, of course, you&#8217;re the apple of my eye, but you simply must get over your obsession of trying to improve Newton&#8217;s gravity equation.   <strong>&#8211; Vic Albino</strong></p>
<p>Woman: (thinks) &#8220;I&#8217;ll wait til he&#8217;s conscious before screaming in pain over my cracked pelvis.&#8221;   <strong>&#8211; Jeff Hawley</strong></p>
<p>Yes I&#8217;m Irish; yet only if that box on the blanket contains Diamonds will you get into my &#8220;pot of gold&#8221;.   <strong>&#8211; David Wilbanks</strong></p>
<p>She: &#8220;Is it my personality or just my hairy underarm pittness that makes you swoon?&#8221;  <strong>&#8211; Al Duza</strong></p>
<p>He: &#8220;Umm. Helga, right? This morning you said something about packing your homemade weiner schnitzel?&#8221;       She(?): &#8220;Yah. Und der sauerkraut ess een der utter peeknik bazket.&#8221;   <strong>&#8211;  Al Duza</strong></p>
<p>Don&#8217;t worry, Bob, I only shot you with a small tranquilizer gun.   <strong>&#8211; Jim Guida</strong></p>
<p>He: Good thing you were there to break my fall, Lady. I actually saw my life flashing before my eyes.<br />
She: If you&#8217;ll share your beer, that won&#8217;t be the only thing you will see &#8220;flash&#8221; before your eyes&#8230;  <strong>&#8211; Norm from Georgia</strong></p>
<p>She admired his manly supine form as he lay on the grass. Eventually, she leaned over him and cooed, &#8220;Does it hurt very much?&#8221;<br />
Suddenly, it didn&#8217;t.  <strong>&#8211; Teresa Kuhl</strong></p>
<p>Woman (thinking): Damn! Now I can&#8217;t reach the chocolates.  <strong>&#8211;  Rob Edgell</strong></p>
<p>Woman: I&#8217;ll be waiting for you when you get out of hospital, Ned, dear.   <strong>&#8211; Rob Edgell</strong></p>
<p>Got a sigaret Babe?  <strong>&#8211; prieur</strong></p>
<p>Her: Yes Darling, the reason you fell out of the tree is that I poisoned you.<br />
Him: But sweetheart, we shared all of the same food at the picnic.<br />
Her: That&#8217;s why I poisoned your beer. You like to share your food and your women but you never, ever share your beer.  <strong>&#8211; Gordon Pyke</strong></p>
<p>Her (thinking): He may have survived the fall, but not me dropping this rock on his head!!   <strong>&#8211;  COlin Bodell</strong></p>
<p>Her: Honey &#8211; get up and help me push this rock back up the hill!  <strong>&#8211;  COlin Bodell</strong></p>
<p>Still, her pie had put him down for the count. Some “big bad wolf” he’d turned out to be! Sleeping was definitely not what she had anticipated! They hadn’t even made it to her grandma’s house. She began to wonder if this might be too easy.  <strong>&#8211; W. Eugene Jessup</strong></p>
<p>&#8220;Well now that I have the head of Ben Affleck in my lap, what do I do now?&#8221; <strong>&#8211; Les West</strong></p>
<p>Woman: You&#8217;re a Real Man of Genius.<br />
Man: This Bud&#8217;s for me!  <strong>&#8211; Dan Roth</strong></p>
<p>I hope he can handle me more than that beer, or else he is going to be disappointed. <strong> &#8212; Tom Kanti</strong></p>
<p>Man: I feel dizzy and nauseous.<br />
Woman: They call that falling in love.<br />
Man: I call it falling from a tree. <strong> &#8211;  Dan Roth</strong></p>
<p>Woman: I shook the tree to see how you&#8217;d fall. Man: Are you crazy? You could have made my beer go flat.  <strong>&#8211;  Dan Roth</strong></p>
<p>Man: I always fall for blonds. Woman: You done with that beer?   <strong>&#8211;  Dan Roth</strong></p>
<p>Man: Hey, where&#8217;d my shoes go? Woman: You took them off to climb the beer tree.   <strong>&#8211;  Dan Roth</strong></p>
<p>Does this mean we can get married? Woman: Don&#8217;t be silly, you spilled the beer. <strong> &#8211;  Dan Roth</strong></p>
<p>Blonde:  &#8220;That&#8217;s great!  However, I do like a lighter&#8230;and slower touch at first!&#8221;  <strong>&#8211;  Scooter Harris</strong></p>
<p>SCREW GRANNY, THOUGHT RED RIDING HOOD, THIS DUDE IS HOT!  <strong>&#8211;  Karyl Miller</strong></p>
<p>James suddenly realizes, as he lays his head on Lola&#8217;s lap, that he has fallen head over heals in love with a tranny.  <strong>&#8211;  Joshua Hicks</strong></p>
<p>(girl)&#8221;Darling, what do you attribute your athleticism to?&#8221; HeMan: &#8220;Lite beer. &gt;*&lt;&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Amie Ziner</strong></p>
<p>Typical man, can&#8217;t even go on a romantic picnic without a beer and the remote!  &#8211;  <strong>Barbara J. Long</strong></p>
<p>Woman (thinking): Well, the poisoned beer worked a treat. The trouble is I can&#8217;t bear to touch dead things and now I&#8217;m trapped!  &#8211;  <strong>Rob Edgell</strong></p>
<p>Man: &lt;Groan!&gt; I think my back is broken. Woman: That&#8217;s a shame. Obama&#8217;s healthcare reforms haven&#8217;t got through yet and you don&#8217;t have any insurance.  &#8211; <strong> Rob Edgell</strong></p>
<p>MAN: Thank god your thighs were thick enough to protect my head. WOMAN: Oh, you say the sweetest things&#8230;  &#8211;  <strong>Robert B. Lovato</strong></p>
<p>&#8220;Thank God for Ruffies&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Vince DeLange</strong></p>
<p>But what kind of drunk sissy climbs trees in his socks?&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Vince DeLange</strong></p>
<p>&#8220;I wonder if he&#8217;ll remember me dragging him over here, removing his shirt, and laying him on my money maker&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Vince DeLange</strong></p>
<p>&#8220;Lucky I was able to pry it out of his pencil holder&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Vince DeLange</strong></p>
<p>&#8220;But he drinks like a woman or he wouldn&#8217;t have fell after only drinkijng half a can&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Vince DeLange</strong></p>
<p>&#8220;If he ever wakes up, he&#8217;s going to mad that I drank it&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Vince DeLange</strong></p>
<p>Cyanide in the coke, check; now where IS that shovel?  &#8211;  <strong>Matthew Herring</strong></p>
<p>&#8220;Does it hurt, dear?&#8221;  &#8220;Only when I belch.&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>FJ Czubak</strong></p>
<p>Man: Pain&#8230; Honey&#8230; I think my leg is broken&#8230; Can you please call an ambulance? Woman: I will&#8230; But I&#8217;d like to enjoy the time you sit still&#8230; teehee  &#8211;  <strong>Estival Guillaume</strong></p>
<p>He told his Doctor a month ago he wanted to Kill her. The Doctor said make love under the tree daily for a month and she would be dead. Poor girl don&#8217;t know she is about to die!  &#8212; <strong>Curt Richards</strong></p>
<p>Hey babe, I can hear the sea.  &#8212; <strong>Matthew Herring</strong></p>
<p>Now that the licking, munching and swallowing was over, it was time to unpack the food.  &#8212; <strong>Edward Cole</strong></p>
<p>Her &#8211; Darling, what do you think that cloud looks like? Him &#8211; Cloud? What Cloud? I can&#8217;t even see the sky! Her &#8211; You say the sweetest things!  &#8211;  <strong>Gary Glazier</strong></p>
<p>You want me to kiss what to make it feel all better?  &#8211;  <strong>Bill Wakeland</strong></p>
<p>Man, that was some dramatic entrance.  &#8211;  <strong>Bill Wakeland</strong></p>
<p>That was a very graphic example of your &#8220;Falling for me!!&#8221;   &#8211;  <strong>Bill Wakeland</strong></p>
<p>What do you think?  Does this green dress make me look fat?  &#8211;  <strong>Bill Wakeland</strong></p>
<p>But John, it is so nice out here.  Why do you want to hurry home?  &#8211;  <strong>Bill Wakeland</strong></p>
<p>Did you bump your widdle head?  &#8211;  <strong>Bill Wakeland</strong></p>
<p>A book of verse beneath the bough, A can of beer and thou, Yackiting beside me in the wilderness  &#8211;  <strong>Bill Wakeland</strong></p>
<p>Man:&#8221;You know I could always hold my beer.&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Jonathan Bridge</strong></p>
<p>&#8220;I didn&#8217;t even have to ask directions, did I?&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Jonathan Bridge</strong></p>
<p>Woman: My, what big EYES you have.  Man: I thought I spilled.  &#8211;  <strong>Eric Amundson</strong></p>
<p>And she knew this Bud was definitely for her.  &#8211;  &#8211; <strong>Karen Scott-Martinet</strong></p>
<p>She:  I just love our new propane powered picnic basket He:  And our new portable phone is great too!  &#8211;  <strong>Steve Hardison</strong></p>
<p>girl:  if i can only tell him about my crabs. guy:  if i can only tell her about my lice.  &#8211;  <strong>Mickel Jackson</strong></p>
<p>And like a real man, he would drink himself unconscious given the chance. &#8220;Oh Brad. I know this is wrong&#8230; but it feels so right. The raccoons are in heat right now, and I just know they&#8217;d love to get some of this.&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Jon W</strong></p>
<p>Woman (thinking): &#8220;Ever since I switched to &#8216;Cheap French Whore&#8217; scent, they&#8217;ve been dropping from the trees like over-ripe fruit!&#8221; Man (thinking): &#8220;Smells like Mom&#8217;s nearby!&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Korey Watkins</strong></p>
<p>After she said, “… but you can’t see the mountains from down there”, he replied “oh yes, I can!”  &#8211;  <strong>Todd</strong></p>
<p>Yes, they&#8217;re real and they&#8217;re spectacular!  &#8211;  <strong>Michael &#8220;Mikey Plague&#8221; Wills</strong></p>
<p>Her: &#8220;I would have been more impressed if the can was open, and you gave it to me.&#8221; Him: &#8220;Why do I smell yeast?&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Lynn Savage</strong></p>
<p>She: You&#8217;re very good at not dropping things, and does that include your pants?  He: (Said in a drunkish slur) {Hic} My zhipper&#8217;s shtuck. {Blurp}  &#8211;  <strong>BRUCE BERMAN</strong></p>
<p>He: Please help me.  I think my vertebrae is cracked. She: Oh, you REALLY think my eyes are beautiful?  &#8211;  <strong>A.J. Bodnar</strong></p>
<p>He:How did I fall out of the tree? She: Axle grease!  <strong>&#8211;  A.J. Bodnar</strong></p>
<p>He: Is this heaven?      She: Not yet, but a 180 degree rotation oughta do it!  &#8211;  <strong>A.J. Bodnar</strong></p>
<p>He: Here I am!        She: Too bad.  Right man, wrong beer.  &#8211; <strong> A.J. Bodnar</strong></p>
<p>He: How about a little head?      She: Yours is as little as I&#8217;ve seen!  &#8211;  <strong>A.J. Bodnar</strong></p>
<p>He: Please help me.  I&#8217;m dying and I&#8217;m rich She: Hmm&#8230;just the way I like &#8216;em.  &#8211;  <strong>A.J. Bodnar</strong></p>
<p>Woman (thinking): It&#8217;s raining men again! I wonder if Mother Nature will let me trade him in for a better one!  &#8211;  <strong>Korey Watkins</strong></p>
<p>Hmm, I wonder if that&#8217;s a beer for me in his pocket&#8230;  &#8211;  <strong>Kathleen Standard</strong></p>
<p>Now if someone could just hand me the remote, I&#8217;d be all set!  &#8211;  <strong>Kathleen Standard</strong></p>
<p>A loaf of bread, a can of beer and thou-who really needs the bread?  &#8211;  <strong>Pat Parker</strong></p>
<p>By the way, dear, is this a good time to mention that the sink has started dripping again?  &#8211;  <strong>Bill Wakeland</strong></p>
<p>Finally, a man who contributes to the relationship!  Mother will be so proud!  &#8211;  <strong>Kathleen Standard</strong></p>
<p>Perfect!  Just when my batteries had gone dead, too!  &#8211;  <strong>Kathleen Standard</strong></p>
<p>&#8220;Like the view?&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>James Christian</strong></p>
<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s rainin&#8217; men!&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Donna Haag</strong></p>
<p>Well honey, you don&#8217;t know what you&#8217;re missing in this lap of luxury.  &#8211;  <strong>Colin</strong></p>
<p>Plied with drink and food, her victim unconscious, she began to cast her spell. Soon they would marry and his riches would be hers. All hers!  &#8211;  <strong>ric Alonso</strong></p>
<p>Too bad he didn&#8217;t land face down.  &#8211;  <strong>Brad Misciagna</strong></p>
<p>Now for the Ultimate Test: check the surrounding ground to see how much loose change accompanied him down.  &#8211;  <strong>Michael Wolff</strong></p>
<p>Now what, thought Vanna? He&#8217;s passed out on my lap, puked on my dress, and ants are everywhere.  Still, he IS a banker.  &#8211;  <strong>ric Alonso</strong></p>
<p>Although she gave it a hell of a try.  She did not knock brad&#8217;s socks off.  &#8211;  <strong>John Krzysko</strong></p>
<p>The Red Cape Avenger had struck again. Plying her victim with drink, she would make sure he missed his Sunday sports shows.  &#8211;  <strong>ric Alonso</strong></p>
<p>He knew she was a real woman when her breast poked him in the eye.  &#8211;  <strong>Gale Grove</strong></p>
<p>With her dream date finally passed out, Vanna marveled how his 12 pack induced spew matched her dress.  &#8211;  <strong>Ric Alonso</strong></p>
<p>Cupcake, from here, the view of the green mountains is stimulating!  &#8211; <strong> D Nicholls</strong></p>
<p>-I always knew I&#8217;d marry a man like my father. -*BURP!*  &#8211;  <strong>Catherine</strong></p>
<p>Woman: Marry me, you clumsy, lovesick fool. Man: Hey&#8230;(hic)&#8230;How&#8217;d you get up here so fast?  &#8211; <strong> Josh Peres</strong></p>
<p>Her: Lovely, isn&#8217;t it? Him: Yeah, I love the mountains.  &#8211;  <strong>Lain Ellis</strong></p>
<p>Woman:  Who do you love more, Sam Adams or me? Man:  Give me another and I&#8217;ll decide.  &#8211;  <strong>Simon Willard</strong></p>
<p>Woman:  Too bad you couldn&#8217;t stay up longer.  &#8211; <strong> Simon Willard</strong></p>
<p>HALF DAZED, GAZING UP AT THE MOUNDS HE WISHED TO MOUNT.  &#8211;  <strong>Andrew Hollan</strong></p>
<p>Man: I landed like a cat. Woman:  Let&#8217;s see how many lives you have.  &#8211;  <strong>Simon Willard</strong></p>
<p>Man:  I&#8217;ve always been good on my feet.  Woman: You&#8217;ve always been good on your back.  &#8211;  <strong>Simon Willard</strong></p>
<p>Man: I can’t believe… we pulled off that bank heist… very clever … put cash in picnic basket… c’mon… let’s split up the money…  Woman: Yes, dear, but finish your celebration first. There are two more beers, sweetie.  &#8211;  <strong>Simon Willard</strong></p>
<p>Man: Mary, did you notice the clouds look like big grassy hills?  Woman: Those aren’t clouds, dearie.  &#8211;  <strong>Simon Willard</strong></p>
<p>Man:  I think I discovered gravity. Woman:  I think I discovered levity.  &#8211;  <strong>Simon Willard</strong></p>
<p>Her man rested in her lap, exhausted from the labor of bringing the world&#8217;s largest oyster to the picnic area.  &#8211;  <strong>Bob May</strong></p>
<p>She wondered when the beer would finally make him sleepy enough so she could throw the can of gasoline over him and cash his life-insurance.  &#8212; <strong>Martin</strong></p>
<p>MAN: Wooo! As far as I&#8217;m concerned, the stupid kitty can stay stuck in the tree.  &#8211;  <strong>Chris Martin</strong></p>
<p>And then she saw the socks. A man who climbs trees without shoes? He was both a real man *and* a real mystery. Gina might get her &#8220;gold star day&#8221; after all&#8230;  &#8211;  <strong>Douglas Bigham</strong></p>
<p>Her: Darling, I feel that I can see into you soul. Him : I can see right up your nose.  &#8211;  <strong>Matthew Herring</strong></p>
<p>(In her thought balloon:) Forget &#8220;eating out of my hand&#8221; when I can have &#8216;em drinking in my lap.  &#8211;  <strong>Grace Reamer</strong></p>
<p>Woman thinking: Wow! Too bad mild retardation will set in due to brain damage. Still would I even notice? Ahh I can settle.  &#8211;  <strong>Douglas Nelson</strong></p>
<p>He: &#8220;From this vantage point those mountains are bigger than I thought.&#8221;  She: &#8220;They&#8217;re bigger than I thought too, but I hope you aren&#8217;t &#8216;rappelled&#8217;&#8230;yuk,yuk!!  &#8211;  <strong>roberta</strong></p>
<p>Man: I must have hit my head harder than I thought&#8230;I think I am seeing things. Woman: Don&#8217;t worry honey, you are fine. I really am the only living woman on the planet with perfectly symetrical breasts&#8230;now if only my legs were the same length.  &#8211;  <strong>Gordon Pyke</strong></p>
<p>Woman (thinking): The &#8220;Secret&#8221; was right. I put together this lovely picnic and wished for a man in my life, and here he is!  &#8211;  <strong>Michelle Tachiyama</strong></p>
<p>Woman: I&#8217;ve told you before, you don&#8217;t need to climb the tree to look down my dress.  Man (thinking): But it was the only way to get my head in your lap&#8230;.  &#8211;  <strong>Michelle Tachiyama</strong></p>
<p>Man: I don&#8217;t know where I am. All I see are giant green hills&#8230;.  &#8211;  <strong>Michelle Tachiyama</strong></p>
<p>Woman: And Dr. Phil said men would never just fall into my lap&#8230;.  &#8211;  <strong>Michelle Tachiyama</strong></p>
<p>Woman: &#8220;If I move, he may wake up&#8230;..but it&#8217;s the best chance I&#8217;ll ever have to get the remote!!&#8221;  &#8211;  <strong>Ilan Strasser</strong></p>
<p>After the picnic, Jane knew she had Tom where she wanted him to hit him up for alimony.  &#8211;  <strong>Les West</strong></p>
<p>Her: Excuse me, but I think you fell on my Schlitz.  &#8211;  <strong>Chris Murphy</strong></p>
<p>Him:  Thank goodness your lap was right here! Her:  Fall face first next time.  &#8211; <strong> Thom Jones</strong></p>
<p>Him: Can you hold my beer?  I left my shoes up there. Her: I may drink it while you&#8217;re gone. Him: Never mind, then.  &#8211;  <strong>Thom Jones</strong></p>
<p>I love a man who is good with his hands!  &#8211;  <strong>mickey shaw</strong></p>
<p>WOMAN: It&#8217;s probably just as well the fall killed him. Anybody dumb enough to save a beer instead of his own life&#8230;well, the gene pool&#8217;s better off&#8230; WOMAN: Still, he was cute&#8230;  &#8211;  <strong>Danny Fingeroth</strong></p>
<p>Finally&#8230; a man who really knows how to commit!  &#8211; <strong> mickey shaw</strong></p>
<p>Excuse me, but are those falsies?  &#8211;  <strong>Rodney Elin</strong></p>
<p>MAN: Honey, let&#8217;s make love before I pass out. Hooo! I&#8217;m so wasted, I could mess with Sasquatch.  &#8211;  <strong>Chris Martin</strong></p>
<p>Fellow wearing the blue pants:  Um&#8230; I feel something pressing against my neck. Please tell me you&#8217;re not a guy in drag.  &#8211;  <strong>Chris Martin</strong></p>
<p>Who&#8217;s up for more pie? It&#8217;s homemade.  I&#8217;m full I couldn&#8217;t have another bite. Oh wait you meant&#8230; Can I still have some?  &#8211;  <strong>Kurt Sasso</strong></p>
<p>Hey! You stopped singing &#8220;One hundred bottles of beer on the wall.&#8221; Now I have to start all over again.  &#8211;  <strong>Kurt Sasso</strong></p>
<p>Whether they are large or small; plump or firm. You could always find such great melons when she brought out the picnic basket for lunch.  &#8211;  <strong>Kurt Sasso</strong></p>
<p>She was the sixth woman to say &#8220;I Do&#8221; in as many years. Maybe it was the tree that was bringing him bad luck. It couldn&#8217;t be his love of foliage. So soft and bushy, swaying in the wind&#8230; They just didn&#8217;t understand him as this tree did. The tree didn&#8217;t ask him where he had been that night. Or why he smelled of cheap perfume. Maybe; Just maybe, he was proposing to the wrong person. He grabbed the ring out of his fiances hand, told her to hit the road and proposed to the tree. The ceremony was short and sweet but the honeymoon was oh so knotty.  &#8211;  <strong>Kurt Sasso</strong></p>
<p>After a long hard day at the office&#8230; The only thing better than looking up into your woman&#8217;s eyes is a cold beer in your hand.  &#8211;  <strong>Kurt Sasso</strong></p>
<p>Man: So, Little Red Riding Hood, what&#8217;s in the basket.  Woman: Just enough room for your head. It&#8217;ll look great on Grandma&#8217;s wall.  &#8211;  <strong>Brian Collier</strong></p>
<p>Woman: I&#8217;m going to need a swig of your hooch Tiger, you just crushed my cervix.  &#8211; <strong> Drew MacDonald</strong></p>
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		<title>Outta My Way!</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John Lustig</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[	<p><a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/26/out-of-my-way/"><img src="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/comics/2010-01-26-out-of-my-way.gif" border="0" alt="Outta My Way!" title="Outta My Way!" /></a></p>In an odd way this reminds me of my grandmother. My mother&#8217;s mother wasn&#8217;t always sure where she was going, but she was in a hurry to get there.
She was always first in line. First on the bus. First off. And first to squirm around you, push past you and reach any door.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p><a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/26/out-of-my-way/"><img src="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/comics/2010-01-26-out-of-my-way.gif" border="0" alt="Outta My Way!" title="Outta My Way!" /></a></p><p>In an odd way this reminds me of my grandmother. My mother&#8217;s mother wasn&#8217;t always sure where she was going, but she was in a hurry to get there.</p>
<p>She was always first in line. First on the bus. First off. And first to squirm around you, push past you and reach any door.</p>
<p>Maybe that was because she lived through the Depression and learned that not being first in line was a sure way to end up hungry. Or maybe she was just leading the way&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Contest</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John Lustig</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[	<p><a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/25/contest/"><img src="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/comics/2010-01-25-Contest.gif" border="0" alt="Contest" title="Contest" /></a></p>The contest submission period is over. But you can see the finalists and vote for the funniest dialog here through Feb. 13.
Background info about the contest and prizes here.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p><a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/25/contest/"><img src="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/blog/comics/2010-01-25-Contest.gif" border="0" alt="Contest" title="Contest" /></a></p><p>The contest submission period is over. But you can see the finalists and <strong>vote</strong> for the funniest dialog <a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/ZBBD28S"><strong>here</strong></a> through Feb. 13.</p>
<p>Background info about the contest and prizes <a href="http://bit.ly/7ZaUHA">here.</a></p>
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		<title>New Contest: A Last Kiss Comic by You and Orson Scott Card!</title>
		<link>http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/22/new-last-kiss-contest-write-a-comic-with-orson-scott-card/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 22:11:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
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Contest Details: Orson Scott Card wrote a fun (and suitably silly) caption for a panel of John Lustig’s Last [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Submissions:</strong> The deadline for submissions is now over and the seven finalists have been selected. You can <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/ZBBD28S">vote</a></span> and help select the winner until Feb. 13 at 11:59 p.m. CST. The winner will be announced Feb. 15. <a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/22/contest-rules/"></a></p>
<p><strong>Contest Details:</strong> <a href="http://www.hatrack.com/">Orson Scott Card</a> wrote a fun (and suitably silly) caption for a panel of John Lustig’s Last Kiss art. The challenge for fans? Create some funny dialog that fit with Card’s wild caption and the art.</p>
<p><strong>Prizes: </strong>The winner’s name and dialog will appear on the comic when it&#8217;s posted (Feb. 15) on <a href="http://www.gocomics.com/lastkiss">GoComics.com</a>, <a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com">LastKissComics.com</a>, <a href="http://www.worldfamouscomics.com/lastkiss/">WorldFamousComics.com</a> and other sites featuring Last Kiss. The winner will also receive 24 Last Kiss note/greeting cards, plus a high-quality, color print of the winning comic&#8211;autographed by both Card and Lustig. Two runner ups will each receive a dozen Last Kiss cards plus bragging rights to being “that close!”</p>
<p>Like to see <strong>all</strong> the dialog fans sent us? <strong><a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/2010/01/27/fun-dialog-received-so-far-in-last-kissorson-scott-card-contest/">Read submissions here!</a></strong></p>
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