Q:Can we see some more pictures
Pictures of what?
- The Doc is in the office, inbox me your questions!
- -Dr. G
Q:You always giving oral exams?
Only when they’re necessary :)
Q:Your a woman?
Why Yass darling!
Scare-tober is here! And the Shade is in full force as she releases her super-sucking monsters into the world to drain all men of their kreme. Stay tuned to see if Yana will find the Doc and seek vengeance before it’s too late.
New Dr. Goode’s Remedies Comics on the way!
This gif set perfectly embodies the sexy, scary tone of the comics set to debut this October.
I know we’ve been away for a minute, but soon all of your questions will be answered!
Will Monique “the Freak” ever be herself again?
Can the Doc stop Shade and her undead army?
Find out the conclusion of the Shade Saga, as the Doc teams up with some unlikely characters to bring down the evil Shade.
The jobs report is out, and we’ve got some good news:
248,000 jobs added in September
Unemployment rate fell to 5.9%
This is the lowest unemployment rate since July 2008
The average hourly wage actually fell one cent to $24.53
Average work week edged higher to 34.6 hours
Professional and business services added the most position
See the full recap on CNBC.com.
This is good news
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- -Dr. G
“Unleash the Ratchet!”
“Damn! Man this club is dead tonight,” complained the half naked Hershey as she lazily walked back into the locker room covered in colorful sprinkles and baby oil.
“Yeah…it ain’t how it used to be,” Pyro sighed as she sauntered in her painfully high heels and plopped her once supple ass down on a chair in front of a huge mirror.
She starred at her image blankly, while reapplying her lipstick and thinking of the days when she didn’t have to dance alongside some taut young thang just to get attention.
“Back in the day, we had ballers to come in every night and they came to see me…just me,” Pyro, the house mom and OG, continued as Hershey dumped the half empty trash bag of money on the table and began to sort.
“Well Bitch, they coming to see me now and this is less than eight-hundred dollars…I think I should get the most of it…I got tuition to pay,” Hershey replied with a flick of her platinum blonde wig with a heir of importance in her voice.
“Bitch please, you better give me my money…didn’t you graduate in May? And I thought you were quitting anyway?” Pyro, spat at the recent college grad with a glare that could pierce the giant mirror she was staring into.
“I am quitting, but…but I don’t know, I just hate the thought of starting over, you know? I worked too hard here just to start over as a bottom bitch on the corporate ladder getting less money,” Hershey rationalized aloud as she peered at the mosaic of dollar bills scattered in front of her.
“Maybe you’ll what? You’ll waste your education and eventually take my place. End up like me? Huh? You don’t even like stripping like that!” Pyro yelled as she stood to face the dark chocolate dancer whom she towered over with her massive platform heels. Hershey and Pyro continued to argue nose-to-nose, shouting obscenities that filled the room until “Ratchet” Rochelle entered the room, slamming the door shut behind her to get their attention. Attention was something that Rochelle always managed to garner no matter where she went.
“What’s up bitches! Damn…why all the long faces up in this motherfucka? I hope there is some ballers in the house tonight cause I’m ready to shake this motherfuckin’ boooottttaaayy!!!” Rochelle screamed as she bent over in front of the fighting women to clap her fat ass in their faces.
“Now, she loves to strip!” Pyro squealed as the three women burst into laughter cackling away their disagreement and their bad mood.
“Ain’t nothing like a fat ass to cheer you up, baby! I can’t wait to shake my ass and get this paper tonight!” Rochelle said with a grin the size of Texas in a deep southern drawl that revealed that she was indeed a native ATLien.
And “alien” is a word in the English lexicon that doesn’t come close to describing the bizarre energy of the stripper that everyone south of the Mason-Dixon knows as “Ratchet Rochelle.” NO ONE knows where she came from, her real name or her true identity. I’m sure the girls at the club would flip if they knew that “Ratchet Rochelle” is actually the alter ego of the uber-religious accountant Christine Richards.
All they know is that she is now a feature performer at Magic City in Atlanta who shows up from time to time to do her thing. None of the other girls can fuck with Rochelle on or off the stage when it comes to gettin that cheddar. On stage, Rochelle is the most dynamic dancer anyone has ever seen and she is willing to do anything for a tip…or so it seems. And off the stage she is seemingly magnetic as the customers are always begging for a private dance or just a chance to talk and be in her presence. No one knows when she will show up to grace the club with her presence, but when she shows up, she shows out.
“I wouldn’t expect much tonight, girl,” warned Pyro.
“It is DEAD out there,” Hershey groaned.
“Just watch me!” Ratchet said through a toothy grin as she ran out of the locker room and onto the stage.
Little did she know, this “ATLien’s” life was about to get a little bit weirder as her next, and final, customer burst through the door. This customer was a very tall and shapely woman that seemed to radiate a ghastly green aura as she sauntered to sit near the front of the stage. She was accompanied by two buff dudes walking on each side of her carrying open duffle bags filled with cash. Ratchet didn’t notice and proceeded to dance like her life depended on it.
The Migos “Fight Night” blared in the background as Ratchet’s booty popping, pole sliding and floor grinding gripped the crowd. Rochelle made sure to let everyone know why she is nicknamed “Ratchet” by having every man drooling and every woman cheering while making it rain on her energizer-bunny, bouncing ass. Although, she felt a chilling shiver of dread as the woman’s eyes danced upon her silicone curves, Rochelle continued to dance as if she was possessed. What happens next will change everything, as the Shade recruited her next specimen for research.
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