During World War Two, the army managed to boost morale within their ranks by commissioning a series of portraiture's, depicting scantly clad women in seductive poses. Now they're back, and thanks to DC Comics, they've brought with them some extra added superhero bonuses. So come on. Rally the troupes, call in the marines, and march on parade with this gaggle of go-getting gals.
Usually I sleep like a baby. I wake up screaming every morning at 3am. |
... And this is what Batgirl would look like if she was a flying prostitute. |
Now if her Dad is a Demon, does that
mean he was once a member of Kiss?
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No. Not The Ravager. Ravage her.
You liberal sod.
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Look. All our breasts are pointing
in the same direction. Up.
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What do you call a cat caught by
the police? A Purrpatrator.
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We all need support sometimes. Just like my tits. |
My heart may be cold, but my ass sure is hot. |
What did the elephant say to the naked
man? How do you breathe through that little thing? |
United for victory. Divided when
it comes to facial hair and burning
things with your eyes. |
Never tell people your troubles. Half of them aren't interested. Where as the other half are glad you're getting what's coming. |
When I told you to take me in your
arms, Harley, and whisper something sweet into my ear, I never expected you to say, 'chocolate fudge'. |
DID DC DROP A BOMBSHELL LAST MONTH WITH THEIR VARIANT COVERS?
Reviewed by David Andrews
on
September 15, 2015
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