The title conveys the sense of urgency I now feel for the bag having drawn it in a rather horrific position. But the paper shredder isn't plugged into a wall so he's okay, right? But paper bags and shredders aren't supposed to talk either... I think I worked myself up into a more suspenseful mood than anyone else would get reading this comic. >_<;
I guess I owe all of you guys an apology. College has been tough and time consuming, but not nearly enough that it made it difficult to get comics up. Rather, I've kind of been in a funk and need to get off my behind and do some work. So a big thanks to all of you who have been patient and staring at Barack Obaga for weeks, because I'm back! (See the Home page for more news.) And a high five goes out to Gerald, my twin bro, listening to my prayer to simply get a comic up and "removing the chair" I was sitting on so I'd go ahead and do it.
If you've read this far, I salute you; now you get to read my thoughts on the comic! This was the first comic I drew at college, but not the first at-college-drawn-comic that I've put up on the site. An interesting take on the oldest of excuses; do you think the teacher should let him off the hook? Maybe not, because if that sandwich was any good, the dog should have eaten all of it.