What's the most valuable lesson you've learned in life, and how has it impacted your journey so far?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 04:20

¡Explotando Dick por todos lados!
Of all the layoffs, Torchy Todd and her gal pal, Tess Parker, were hit the hardest.
Two letters of transit signed by General De Gaulle … Stimpy, you eediot!
How can you maintain self-control?
Make Nazis afraid again!
And I ended up moonlighting in Japanese porn, but the less said about that the better.
Shameless vixen! Trollop!
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Ironically, Wertham focused on stories about crime, singling out Batman and Robin for its gay subtext and Dick Tracy for its violence.
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After you lather me up with that strawberry hand lotion.
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“Your boyfriend is a total perv, mommy.”
I've also been making ends meet ... By appearing in Tijuana splatter comics as Evil Gringo #2.
Before there was MAGA there was … the Comics Code Authority
What can help me fall asleep at night?
Times might be tough … But at least there's one thing we all agree on.
In order to answer this I came up with a little story that goes like this …
Tess' boyfriend, Ed, now works as a Peter Lorre impersonator.
How do you know if your husband loves you truly and deeply?
Speaking of which, poor Cleo Coco has ended up appearing in anti-vice pamphlets.
In 1954 complete bastard and censorship campaigner Fredric Wertham published a book for the stated goal of creating a moral panic around comic book's alleged impact on juvenile delinquency. Much like the House Committee on Un-American Activities' disastrous impact on the film industry, the Comics Code Authority (obey, puny humans) put many hardworking comic book characters out of work all because of one poorly written book called …
Marijuana makes Jesus cry!
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Torchy, we're unemployed … And no one is hiring scantily-clad wastrels these days.
Torchy thinks: Maybe I could play a gangster's moll since apparently smoking is still seen as wholesome and American.
Dick! I heard about the lay-off. What's a square-jaw crime fighter doing these days to bring in the bling?
Are evolutionists giving evolution a bad name by claiming humans started off as shrews?
Every day is a good day to punch a Nazi! I mean MAGA! I mean the Comics Code Authority! (I can never remember who is who)
But Tess! I mean Betty! I mean Veronica! (I can never remember who is who) which ever one you are, I love you!
Only zombies dig to rock and roll, daddy-O!
Sex! Lingerie! Knock knock jokes!
And then working as Betty and Veronica's body doubles ...
Just you, me, in a vat of lime jello, pulling hair, calling each other names …
Gadzooks! It's Torchy Todd slumming it in Yugoslavian science fiction! The shame!
At least until the peyote kicks in ...
Remember, kids, masturbation will make you see the devil everywhere!
I hear you're a stunt-double now for Fred in Scooby-Doo.
Yes, Tess, crime doesn't pay but apparently Rated-G horror does.
Perhaps now we can explore what being a “gal pal” really means.
Let's do what we always do, lay around half-naked while men make terrible jokes at our expense.