What's the most valuable lesson you've learned in life, and how has it impacted your journey so far?
Last Updated: 16.06.2025 13:59

Of all the layoffs, Torchy Todd and her gal pal, Tess Parker, were hit the hardest.
Make Nazis afraid again!
Perhaps now we can explore what being a “gal pal” really means.
What are some signs that a therapist may have poor boundaries with their clients?
¡Explotando Dick por todos lados!
After you lather me up with that strawberry hand lotion.
And I ended up moonlighting in Japanese porn, but the less said about that the better.
What is the cost of living in Sweden as a family?
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 …
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)
Yes, Tess, crime doesn't pay but apparently Rated-G horror does.
Tess' boyfriend, Ed, now works as a Peter Lorre impersonator.
Ironically, Wertham focused on stories about crime, singling out Batman and Robin for its gay subtext and Dick Tracy for its violence.
I hear you're a stunt-double now for Fred in Scooby-Doo.
And then working as Betty and Veronica's body doubles ...
Speaking of which, poor Cleo Coco has ended up appearing in anti-vice pamphlets.
But Tess! I mean Betty! I mean Veronica! (I can never remember who is who) which ever one you are, I love you!
Marijuana makes Jesus cry!
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
Times might be tough … But at least there's one thing we all agree on.
Just you, me, in a vat of lime jello, pulling hair, calling each other names …
Torchy, we're unemployed … And no one is hiring scantily-clad wastrels these days.
What sexual experience did you have at a highway rest area?
Let's do what we always do, lay around half-naked while men make terrible jokes at our expense.
Two letters of transit signed by General De Gaulle … Stimpy, you eediot!
“Your boyfriend is a total perv, mommy.”
Gadzooks! It's Torchy Todd slumming it in Yugoslavian science fiction! The shame!
Shameless vixen! Trollop!
Only zombies dig to rock and roll, daddy-O!
Why do White people love dogs more than humans?
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 ...
Dick! I heard about the lay-off. What's a square-jaw crime fighter doing these days to bring in the bling?
Sex! Lingerie! Knock knock jokes!
In order to answer this I came up with a little story that goes like this …
Remember, kids, masturbation will make you see the devil everywhere!
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