I had fun on New Year’s Eve by launching bottle rockets at drunken bums… until a cop busted me. Now felons shoot their own bottle rockets all over my face.
Jack Moriarty would like to plead “Not guilty” to a murder he did not commit… but his alibi is lighting a night club fire that killed 30 kids. He’s fucked.
Listening to “Shilo,” I told my best pal, “These lyrics are creepy. People with imaginary friends suck.”
My mom asked, “Who are you talking to?”
“Uh, nobody,” I wisely answered.
The Christmas village gets stored away today, disappearing until next December. I wonder how the miniature people feel about losing their homes each January, as well as the Batman’s protection.