Summer Reading Material: From The Mind Of A 16 Year Old Boy

We visited Taco Bell that first week my boys were here this summer. We walked out of there with a bag of taco sauce packets. Why? Because my son decided he needed some "reading material." LMAO! He cracks me up with his thinking.

Last week I cleaned out the refridgerator and found most of those packets still sitting in the veggie drawer. I stopped to read a few of the "messages" they now sport. If you've never seen them, they are similair to fortunes found in cookies, only on the outside.

And yet they are simply and oddly, bizarre and meaningless. Here are some examples:

MILD-HOT-FIRE
*Hello.
*Of all those sauce packets, why me, why now?
*Mmmmmmm.... Sauce.
*Bike tires scare me.
*When I grow up, I want to be a waterbed.
*Heads...
*If you throw this, would it be a flying saucer?
*Pick me! Picke me!
*Does a Grilled Stuft Burrito qualify you for the car pool lane?
*Tails.
*Careful! I don't do well under pressure.
*I'm in good hands now.
*My best friends hang out on the menu board.
*I'M A HOT T R U 2?
*Nice palm. I read a great deal of pleasure in your future.
*You had me at taco.
*My sauce is an honor student at Taco Middle School.
*Willing to relocate.
*Not to be used as a floatation device.
*Open quickly... I'm burning up in here.
*Where are you taking me?