What's the most valuable lesson you've learned in life, and how has it impacted your journey so far?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 03:14

Yes, Tess, crime doesn't pay but apparently Rated-G horror does.
Let's do what we always do, lay around half-naked while men make terrible jokes at our expense.
Shameless vixen! Trollop!
Speaking of which, poor Cleo Coco has ended up appearing in anti-vice pamphlets.
After you lather me up with that strawberry hand lotion.
Marijuana makes Jesus cry!
What does it mean when we dream about demons, ghosts, monsters, etc.?
Torchy, we're unemployed … And no one is hiring scantily-clad wastrels these days.
Ironically, Wertham focused on stories about crime, singling out Batman and Robin for its gay subtext and Dick Tracy for its violence.
In order to answer this I came up with a little story that goes like this …
Why is my ex still keeping in touch with me even though she dumped me?
Only zombies dig to rock and roll, daddy-O!
At least until the peyote kicks in ...
And I ended up moonlighting in Japanese porn, but the less said about that the better.
Why do men love boobs (irrespective of big or small)?
Make Nazis afraid again!
Gadzooks! It's Torchy Todd slumming it in Yugoslavian science fiction! The shame!
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 …
But Tess! I mean Betty! I mean Veronica! (I can never remember who is who) which ever one you are, I love you!
And then working as Betty and Veronica's body doubles ...
TEXT:
Is it wrong of me to feel uncomfortable that my friend thinks my brother is hot?
Perhaps now we can explore what being a “gal pal” really means.
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)
Torchy thinks: Maybe I could play a gangster's moll since apparently smoking is still seen as wholesome and American.
Why is blood sugar ranging from 70-180 in a day and checked through a glucometer?
Dick! I heard about the lay-off. What's a square-jaw crime fighter doing these days to bring in the bling?
Tess' boyfriend, Ed, now works as a Peter Lorre impersonator.
Sex! Lingerie! Knock knock jokes!
Times might be tough … But at least there's one thing we all agree on.
I've also been making ends meet ... By appearing in Tijuana splatter comics as Evil Gringo #2.
¡Explotando Dick por todos lados!
Why do nice guys rarely or never win?
I hear you're a stunt-double now for Fred in Scooby-Doo.
Before there was MAGA there was … the Comics Code Authority
Just you, me, in a vat of lime jello, pulling hair, calling each other names …
Why do you allow your cat to lie in bed with you?
Of all the layoffs, Torchy Todd and her gal pal, Tess Parker, were hit the hardest.
“Your boyfriend is a total perv, mommy.”
Remember, kids, masturbation will make you see the devil everywhere!
Two letters of transit signed by General De Gaulle … Stimpy, you eediot!