Bob Kane would be proud.
It was early this fall that I discovered something very important about myself. The gang and I were watching Jersey shore and I clumsily spilled grape soda on my shirt. When I went into the bathroom to change, I detected something magical in the mirror…
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Could such a thing really be true? Could I posses such a gift?
Yes friends, the mark of the Caped Crusader adorns my person at all times, an ever present reminder that good will always prevail. The Jersey shore boys may reveal something formidable when they remove their shirts, but their steroid infused and spray tanned bodies truly pale in comparison to the mighty symbol of justice and ass-kickery that lies within my sweater.