Invisible ink from Uncle Fun

I used to be a regular at Uncle Fun (Not the name of a N.A.M.B.L.A chapter…) when I lived in Chicago, so when I was back over the holidays I decided to drop by for another visit. I did find a box of disappearing ink that has what looks like a very constipated young man inappropriately squirting ink at the chest what first glance looks to be a similarly aged young girl, but upon closer inspection may actually be dude. You are welcome for the blurry cell phone pics. Very welcome. You will thank me when I get a damned new phone. They are expensive, so I may need to get a damned new (Steve) Job(s).