The concept of a blind date to me, even in it’s simpliest most casual form just has “disaster” written all over it from the get go. Before I got married (a million years ago) I too encountered a few set-ups that didn’t quite turn out as planned. But I never had one turn out as badly as this one… and if it had I suppose I wouldn’t be around to tell you all about it anyway, so...
Originally presented in the August 1952 issue of Strange Tales #9
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Some of those supermodels are really just skin and bones, when you finally meet them in person.
Ha,ha!nice way of putting it Zen Wizard!.so Death rides a cream-colored convertible?,ah well it's better than a motorcycle,like in CRYPT'72.and as for my take on blind dates,they're like remakes,they can end with you falling in love andforgetting the last one,but usually end with everyone coming off as stupid for even attempting such a thing
looks like a blue convertible to me.
>so Death rides a cream-colored convertible?,ah well it's better than a motorcycle,like in CRYPT'72.
You ever see Death on snow skis? You will next week.
Now there's a real cure for the type of guy who doesn't know the meaning of the word "no."
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