So without much adieu here's Christian Bale.
Finally they figured out what to do with Batman.
I want to lick that spot on his neck while listening to his speech impediment.
Or maybe it's his speech impediment that makes me want to lick his neck, I can't tell which.
Last night I felt pretty good after sleeping off all the allergy meds and so I decided I needed to grab the bike and head out.
I kept finding myself going, "I can go ten minutes more." Of course, this was thinking that the approaching storm would hold off on its arrival until I got back to the car.
At 12 miles out I decided I'd tempted fate long enough and turned back. Things were going swimmingly until the tornado sirens began to wail...and the lightning began to strike...and I still had three miles to go.
Normally these things wouldn't bother me, but last night the storm actually decided to try to produce a tornado, and there I was, on a bicycle, racing for the car, with a green wall cloud approaching over my left shoulder.
I made it to the car before the rain, the tornado fizzled out and I rode too fast too late in the day so going to sleep was, shall we say, a bitch.
I did however feel a lot like---
But I've lived to see another Hot Guy Friday so Batman it is.
I can't wait for The Dark Knight!
That's drive-in fodder if ever I saw it.
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