Friday, November 2, 2007

Clumsy

This is one of the more “suggestive” pre-code stories I’ve posted here so far, but I’ll keep the intro short and let all the random little thoughts and odd details come out in the comments, of which this one is sure to generate plenty.

From the Nov 1954 issue of Weird Chills #3






7 comments:

Anonymous said...

DELIRIOUS! THE ENDING WAS SLIGHTLY PREDICTABLE BUT YOUR RIGHT ABOUT THE DETAILS GETTING THERE! THE BLOOD NECKLACE, CARVING HER NOSE A LITTLE......AMAZING!

Anonymous said...

love when he trips through the door, and she's sitting there in her wedding dress with her legs open ---"well thats one way of getting your bride over the threshhold!"

this whole story is full of inuedo, her frozen nude body seems pretty risque for a 50's comic

Karswell said...

I suppose it's possible that while fixing her nose he could have also modified a few other things by packing on a bit more ice for a breast enhancement... or maybe even, uh, tighten up some areas.

Anonymous said...

"Children call these "headlights" comics"...I see what the not-so-good doctor meant!hilariously over-the-top in the sex department,and the narration is great,i could hear Criswell saying it.more stories like these!also,im glad to see more people visiting your site.

Karswell said...

>also,im glad to see more people visiting your site.

Yeah, it was really neat to be voted "BLOG OF NOTE" on Halloween, the good news was it really got me a ton of great exposure. The bad news is it revealed my presence to all the jack off spammers like Teen Banter (I had to delete at least one comment per every post for the last few weeks on my blog from these fucking assholes!) Also the religious douchebags always seem to nail me with 4,000 word bible selections that can't be deleted for some reason (see comments section for I Love A Mystery.) Anybody know how to get rid of that shit? I click the trashcan and get a pop-up but there's no button to remove their lame ass comment forever.

Anonymous said...

An interesting idea, especially considering after she shattered on the floor that she could be put back together and still be a bitch.

zen wizard said...

When life hands you a shattered Rita. make Rita-tinis; I always say.