"Brandy, I did some terrible things, but I told my priest and now I don't have to tell you."

I can think of a lot of places I'd rather be than Tommy's confessional booth... I know a cartoon priest who feels the same way.

Even Mary is so bored that she calls for her Second and suggests Tommy talk with God.

Don't worry, Tommy. Brandy hates drugs, but she hates taking the bus more.

Just leave out the part about selling tainted meth to her dad, and she'll be fine.

"I am aware. And I've been meaning to apologize for the role I played in enabling your most recent opioid addiction."

Tommy is so good at groceries, he can carry them in a bag without a bottom!

This is why I always use petroleum-based plastic grocery bags. They never rip.

I've been reading Tommy's thoughts all week! Being deep inside his mind has indeed been troubling. It's time to end this Vulca...

I never took philosophy like Karen Moy or Harlan Jones, but as a layman let me see if I can understand how Nietzsche's comment is rele...