Diary of a Wimpy Kid Rodrick Rules

Sometimes you have a craving that only paper and glue can satiate.

That's why I suggest that you go to your vending machine mayor or magistrate and DEMAND, nay, IMPLORE WITH VIOLENCE that your local vending machine be stocked with copies of Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick RULES.

It's not just that DoaWK Colon RR is delicious, it's filling too! For a mere sixty three quarters, you can swallow page after page of life lessons. I learned about how not to be a douchebag. I learned that Rodrick, DOESN'T ACTUALLY rule. But his name is almondy tasting, it's like a warm Christmas morning full of chesnutts and dates and overlaughs at the stupid things your younger siblings are saying while your parents sell everything they bought you to build that extension with an upstairs bathroom FOR ONCE.

You could eat lobster bisque or Ryan Gosling, or a box of cinnamon life or whatever the fuck, but Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick RULES will satisfy even the emptiest belly. Remember that band Belly? No? Me neither.

Anyway, it's a sequel, and Jeff Kinney thinks it tastes even better than its predecessor. HA.