The Dark Knight made my testicles drop



Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Never mind that I am a young woman in my 20s – last night at a screening of The Dark Knight I turned into an adolescent 12-year-old boy experiencing waves of hero-worship, drooling envy and armored lust that could only be brought on by a surge of testosterone.

If I still wrote Santa, Batman’s motorcycle (the Bat Pod -- yes, it's called the Bat Pod) would be at the top of my list. I suppose I’ll just have to be content to write fan mail to Armani-clad Christian Bale and sign my name “the future Mrs. Bruce Wayne.”


Call me.

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