I'm Batman!

Last night I'm working in the yard (as usual) and it occured to me, I'm Batman!

I sweat weird.

Could be the rolls of fat beneath. More like Fatman. Kinda the same, only without the cool car and kickin' trust fund. But if crime runs rampant in Denver City, I shall spring (read: roll) to action, armed with my trusty hoe (not Jane) and squash the evil-doings of each nefarious villain by... ummm.... well... sitting on them.

Granted, it's no Shroud of Turin.