Message With A Bottle

This past weekend was Free Comic Book Day. Took the little fella. Here is what went down.

ZOMG! A free Spider-Man comic book. I can’t wait to read it, in like three years. Thanks Dad, for in no way, thinking this all the way through. Wait a minute. Is this made of delicious…

IT IS! This is paper. Oh God, I’m famished. I haven’t eaten in about thirty-four minutes. This tastes better than those damn peas. Peter Parker you are NOM.

Hang on. Those books in the plastic look even more delicious. Want. Want. I bet they taste like old basement and the tears of young lonely men. I’ll take one of everything. Put it on Dad’s Shop Rite card.

Oh dear. I think I just shit purple ink.