What's the most valuable lesson you've learned in life, and how has it impacted your journey so far?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 00:16

Just you, me, in a vat of lime jello, pulling hair, calling each other names …
Speaking of which, poor Cleo Coco has ended up appearing in anti-vice pamphlets.
Gadzooks! It's Torchy Todd slumming it in Yugoslavian science fiction! The shame!
Torchy, we're unemployed … And no one is hiring scantily-clad wastrels these days.
Make Nazis afraid again!
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)
Does the Hamas charter specifically call for the death of all Jews and the destruction of Israel?
Ironically, Wertham focused on stories about crime, singling out Batman and Robin for its gay subtext and Dick Tracy for its violence.
But Tess! I mean Betty! I mean Veronica! (I can never remember who is who) which ever one you are, I love you!
Perhaps now we can explore what being a “gal pal” really means.
Why am I so afraid that gun owners have set traps to kill me outside my house or my car?
And I ended up moonlighting in Japanese porn, but the less said about that the better.
Before there was MAGA there was … the Comics Code Authority
Times might be tough … But at least there's one thing we all agree on.
I hear you're a stunt-double now for Fred in Scooby-Doo.
I've also been making ends meet ... By appearing in Tijuana splatter comics as Evil Gringo #2.
Sex! Lingerie! Knock knock jokes!
What blowjob techniques do you use for your man to cum inside your mouth?
After you lather me up with that strawberry hand lotion.
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 …
Tess' boyfriend, Ed, now works as a Peter Lorre impersonator.
Two letters of transit signed by General De Gaulle … Stimpy, you eediot!
Marijuana makes Jesus cry!
Torchy thinks: Maybe I could play a gangster's moll since apparently smoking is still seen as wholesome and American.
At least until the peyote kicks in ...
Yes, Tess, crime doesn't pay but apparently Rated-G horror does.
Only zombies dig to rock and roll, daddy-O!
Why can't they repair the damage caused by Elon Musk renaming Twitter to X?
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Dick! I heard about the lay-off. What's a square-jaw crime fighter doing these days to bring in the bling?
Let's do what we always do, lay around half-naked while men make terrible jokes at our expense.
How do I seduce a maid for sex?
“Your boyfriend is a total perv, mommy.”
And then working as Betty and Veronica's body doubles ...
Shameless vixen! Trollop!
¡Explotando Dick por todos lados!
Remember, kids, masturbation will make you see the devil everywhere!
In order to answer this I came up with a little story that goes like this …
Of all the layoffs, Torchy Todd and her gal pal, Tess Parker, were hit the hardest.