When you dance with the devil, the devil don’t change; the devil changes you.
“Does Satan do the funky chicken 'neath the harvest moon?”
In Soviet Russia, the change bedevils YOU!
Only once. I had to bring my own pail.
My wife and I are Batman!
I so wanted to say: I’m Batman.
But it was inaccurate, so I couldn’t. Darn.
30 Yes/No and 30 Batmans. That’s a bit two-faced of us, don’t you think?
I’m Batman and so is my wife!
Anyone want to haggle?
All of you imposters, and yet I happen to know for a fact that I’m Batman. I’m posting from The Batcave! My manservant Alfred is here, even. He just brought me a lentilburger. He’s a champion, that Alfred.
I’m [del]Nightwing[/del] I mean Batman!
I Was Kaiser Bill’s Batman. Does that count?
I danced with a lady with a hole in her stocking. Then I saw a man, he danced with his wife. After that I was dancing in the moonlight and everybody here is out of sight.
Then I had to change into my Batsuit.
I saw you dancing in the gym - you both kicked off your shoes.
No. But I danced with a She-Devil named Catherine once on a Tuesday afternoon in the rain.
I didn’t either, but I did dance a hole right through the floorboard; danced a hole right through my shoe!
Bet you didn’t know that “aim bantam” is an anagram of “I am Batman”.
once, but it was under the light of the silvery moon.
Wow. He really, honest to Og thinks he’s cool, doesn’t he?
And the little finger wag?!? Wow.
