Hey
Pattinson,
lessons on
real brooding: 1. Comb your
hair down, you look retarded. 2. Watch your parents get murdered. 3. Get a cape.
Hey
iPhone developers. Can we get crackin on the "Solving Lame Riddles" app already? Thaaaaanks.
I believe in
Harvey Dent. I believe he's a crappier villain than he was a D.A. And that's saying something.

Watch out criminal scum, I'm trying to kick caffeine again. And we all remembered what happened last time, don't we?
DON'T WE!!!Yeah, my parents are dead. What's that you were saying about hating Mondays?
You know what gives
crime a concussion at 127 decibels? A Vuvuzela batarang. Sometimes bat-gadgets just invent themselves.
I brush my teeth with JUSTICE and floss with PAIN.
We'll miss you,
Jack Bauer. If you ever come out of exile, I've got a pair of
green ankle
shoes and a yellow cape waiting.
I am Vengeance. I am the Night. I am mildly lactose intolerant.
What do I call my iPhone? The BATiPhone? The iBatPhone? These are the things that keep me up at night. Well that and the face punching.
Memorial Day. Thinking about barbecuing on the beach. Alone. At night. Using nightvision. I'm awesome.
For the last time Alfred, they're NOT TIGHTS! They're DUAL DENSITY CARBON-FIBER LEGGINGS! And yes, please have them washed.
Finally destroyed
Robin's iPod. It's
impossible to brood when
Justin Bieber is blasting in the upstairs guest room.