The Buckets by Greg Cravens for August 21, 2011

Toby needs to file an Environmental impact statement!Whatever you do,DON’T get that brown thing in panel two, near an open flame.

A highly exaggerated depicting of a child’s backpack? No parent would ever allow this to happen.

Back when I was a youngun, we didn’t have no backpacks. Nope, had to carry your 32 books and slide rule 4,000 rods through snow as high as a wagon wheel uphill to the unheated room where we all studied under Miss Grumpy. Now the sissy kids and girls carried their books in both hands in front of them but us cool kids carried them one handed on our hip so bullies could push the from behind, then plant a boot on our butts as we bent to pick them up. Did I ever tell you about the size of Sister Mary’s ruler? It was made of titanium, no that can’t be right. We only had 46 elements back then. Anyway she’d make ya drop yer britches in front of the class and bend over. The girls would giggles as they peeked between their fingers and the guys would laugh and point. Tell ya, you didn’t laugh at the strength in Sister Mary’s arm. She’d hit you so hard you’d fly across the room into the astrolab, Wouldn’t sit down till Hailey’s comet made another passI ever tell you how I singlehandly won both WWI and WWII? Take a seat.

Wait until she has him open his gym bag…Probably will make the dog gag.

Hey, that’s a normal backpack. All the junk you don’t bother to throw away just kind of filters to the bottom and shifts around until the end of school when you salvage what you can and toss the rest.

One of my kids solved this problem by dragging his backpack across the concrete until holes formed just large enough to let gritty and goopy stuff escape, but not so large that a Halo Action Figure could be lost.

Ewwwwwwwww!

xxx

Yes you do Toby!

No backpack for school. Fortunately the gym bag was half a pillowcase with the homemade drawstring. Would toss the entire thing in the laundry hamper. Nowadays its the reusable bag that you use to carry your stuff and lunch to work. Pick up freebies downtown and then wonder why at the end of the week the bag is sooooo heavy.

Someone remind me never to eat and read the comics page, ever ever ever ever again.

Toxic Waste at the Bucket household! Send for the HazMat Team STAT!!!

I remember wanting new stuff every year until high school. Then I got ticked when my just broke in stuff got too small for me to wear. I did manage to go 5 years with the same backpack: the zipper finally gave out after my first year of college.

And considering today’s prices, I don’t think Mom wants to get another one anyway :D

I remember one hectic August morning when we bought our school supplies 30 minutes before the first day of school began…

Agreed… even though this one looks more like an episode of hoarders (less the urine/feces that tend to go with piles like that). :-x