Jan 08 2009
WWBD is Moving
Well, I’m moving, which is just as intrinsically detrimental to your life. My new cave is about half an hour away from the old one, complete with broken heating, a family of black widow spiders with far too much chutzpah, and a mini fridge that doesn’t hold nearly enough cans of Mountain Dew Voltage. I’m tired and cold and not feeling very funny (insert unfunny emoticon). I also have to steal Internet from my neighbors for a while, so I might not be bat-blogging that much this month. Make a note of it.
I’m thinking of putting some pics up of the new cave once the beds, desks, and giant pennies are all in the right place. I should probably do something about those bloodstains, too. I’m kidding, I’m kidding; I don’t really drink Mountain Dew Voltage.
Do you have any comments on the alleged crime spree of Harvey Dent just before his death??
Umm. . . those are, umm. . . purely rumors, I assure you. Harvey Dent was a noble servant of Gotham City and he will be missed. I swear, he’s not living a dark existence of vengeful plotting in Arkham Asylum. Ahem.