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Would a shot of Novocaine to your nose disable your sense of smell? I’m not a biologist but I’m guessing it would. One thing I am absolutely sure of is that it would feel AWFUL. The way your lips feel when they are numb – all puffy and swollen, even though they are not – would be a horrendous feeling in the proboscis area. I can’t speak for you, but the last thing I need is to feel that my nose is even bigger. Although it would be a great time to tell someone off. A punch in the nose would barely faze you.
My entertainment manager told me that he’d seen a TV show about women who were dating ghosts. (Or so they believed.) This shouldn’t surprise us, there are women who will date men on death row, men who beat them, Charlie Sheen; apparently, women will date anything. So my manager, whose name happens to be Jeff Topper, quipped that perhaps these ghost daters met on GhostHarmony.com. A cartoon was born.
You film buffs will remember the 1937 film called “Topper,” about a fun-loving couple who die in a car wreck, become ghosts, and intercede in the life of their stuffy banker friend. His name was Topper, too. (Just a coincidence, conspiracy nuts.)
I like cartoons that look like one thing but whose caption reveals a different meaning. This is sort of that kind of joke. But typically a joke of this sort is on the reader only. Here, the joke is on the woman, too, as she doubtless believes a proposal of marriage is forthcoming. In the short term, she probably would rather be engaged but in twenty years time, my guess is she’d rather be limber than married.
Two art notes: I’m not sure why I drew her hair to look like she just climbed out of the river, and I just noticed I made a grievous error by not including the other side of the man’s jacket as it would hang down beneath his bended leg. I hate it when I make that kind of mistake. I hope you will forgive me.