Dear Ones, this will be the last post before Tuesday, as Monday is a holiday and I intend to spend it watching bad movies and ignoring household chores that desperately need attention.
As we've seen the last couple of days, Bob Haney wrote stories almost as if he wanted to be sure he would end up in blogs like this one, but he didn't invent weirdness. Oh, no. I give you.... Batman Jones:
On a Bat-Moped of some sorts, no less!
It wasn't really Batman Jones's fault he was such a dork. When your parents name you "Batman Jones," there are really only so many career opportunities:
Don't sign a Paternity Acknowledgement, Bruce! Demand a DNA test! It's your right!
But I suppose Batman Jones's parents made up for their initial cruelty by being the most indulgent parents ever:
Mind you, if I left an action figure on the floor of my own bedroom, my parents would threaten to destroy it. This kid? He gets his own Bat-Signal and moped. Yeah, life is fair.
And he lives in a town where there are giant, fully-functional power tools:
You can't choose your parents, Adam, you can't choose your parents....
You might as well move on. I'm going to be bitter all weekend.