The Buckets by Greg Cravens for July 08, 2011
July 07, 2011
July 09, 2011
Transcript:
My brothers built a trebuchet and flung this ice machine into your yard. No kidding? They built that huge thing there? Geez! Don't your folks buy you any toys? Well, sure. Why not just play with those? They did. You're the reason it rained Legos all over the sycamore tree? Can I have an autograph?
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What it meant was hordes of unemployed cartoonists on streetcorners offering to do caricatures of passersby in their own blood- all their ink having been sold or burned for heat. Did the public care? No! The public demanded that the smelly awful people who now littered their streets be sent out of sight. That was the birth of the telemarketing industry. So as you can see, cutbacks in newspapers and cartooning leads to a cultural apocalypse. Fear to dispossess your cartoonists, America! Bewwaaaaaarrrrre.