I purchased my first comic book in decades.

The gift shop for the Spider-Man ride had a big tiddy demon vs tig bitty kitty.

In an era where Disney is so sexually repressed that they demand Ariel's father wear a shirt to hide his man chest, someone signed off on allowing blatant cheesecake on the cover of one of their comics to be advertised in a theme park.

I probably won't even read it. I just dropped $21 on tits.