At some point, you’d think there’d be a governmental inquiry into the excessively high escape rate of Gotham City’s penitentiaries.
“Whoa! Hey there, buddy, leave me out of it. This has got nothing to do with me.”
– The Horse You Rode In On
“Release the Kraken!”
“We released him. He just took off. It’s not like he was trained or anything.”
“Release the tuna!”
Bad enough that literally no one showed up for my Super Bowl party today, but now I can’t even find the game on tv to watch.
The worst part about crapping my pants at work was having to set the ACCIDENT FREE sign back to zero days in front of everybody.
If I was a ghost, I’d write “Happy Birthday” in blood on your wall for your birthday, cuz you may be cursed, but it’s still your birthday.