Seriously, if I were Batman, I’d just hang out on one of Gotham’s seemingly infinite number of gargoyles eating some goddamn fro-yo and every once in a while swooping down to kick a mentally ill person in the face. Hell, I may go do this anyway. Like, right now.
Because this is the manner in which I roll.
You roll in the best way possible. Oblong.
aww yeah, all wobbly and shit.
Maybe that is why Batman kicking People in the Face while eating choclate ice cream… it’s not frozen yogurt!
omg, omg, omg, you remind me that i’m getting this saturday my christmas present, i’m going to watch the Batman Live Show… i hope he is kicking some people for eating ice cream and eats some frozen yogurt on a roof top.
I cannot explain how much I want to live somewhere where I can just chill on the roof. It’s been a dream since I was like 8.
Well, it was a parking garage, so I’m not sure that counts exactly…
My first apartment (20 years ago ohgod) was a third-floor flat in a converted house. It had a flat roof I could get onto from the back deck. On July 1st (Canada Day), I was able to watch the fireworks over Lake Ontario’s shoreline to the South (Toronto, west end) and when the fireworks ended, I did a 180 and watched a lightning storm to the North.
It was *very* cool.