What's the most valuable lesson you've learned in life, and how has it impacted your journey so far?
14.06.2025 00:01

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