When I was in preschool there was this really weird system of time-out where they’d put you in this giant plastic bucket sort of like this one:
And the rule was you couldn’t leave the bucket for ten minutes.
In case you didn’t know, I was what the teachers referred to as a “difficult child” which is code for “walking entity of sass” so I was in the time-out bucket quite a bit.
Once they put me in the bucket for thirty minutes— and I thought that was incredibly unfair so I grabbed the handles and shifted my body repeatedly until the bucket and I were out of the classroom, in the hallway, and through the front door. They found me in the parking lot scooting to freedom in the time-out bucket. The teachers were furious and I said, “Hey, I never left the bucket”
So they called my mum and told her what I did and she just said, “Well, he never left the bucket.”
I haven’t laughed so hard in ages
Getting closer to the big night so
T̷̳̭̗̥̭̝ͤ̒̐͐̌̒́͡I̺̹̮͇̦̋͒ͯ͛ͣ̾͗̒́͡͡M̭̲͂̅̓ͥ̊̽͗͛͛E̍̾͗ͥͯͪ̐͏̯̠̯̣͔͘ ͇̥̲̇̓̓̓̓̀T̫̮̗̑̍͒ͩͫ̄ͭ͞͡Ŏ̹͈̼̤̽͘ ̵͚͍̮̝̬̜̱͔̓̓̒͋ͬ͊̇͒͑ͅṮ̸̡͙̟̮̻͇͚̗ͤͩ̓ͯͥͤͨ͗A͉͍̰̯͑͗̎̇ͬ̋̚̕K̸̫͖͇̪̎̈͝Eͯ̎̿̄ͮ̊̚҉̣̭̞͔̪͙ ̸̛͙̘̪̺̻̻̘̄ͥͧT̫ͤ́ͤͥ̇͗͋Ḩͮ҉̬̜ͅȨ̛̮̱̼̥̹̲͉͚͕͊͑͛ͩͥ͐ ̥̦ͧͣ͋B̙̦͇̭̳̺̝̈́ͯ͑̍̓͒ͫ̚͝͠Ů̴̘̲̰̤͓͍̽͌ͨ̿̓́͠C̱̣̘͔̥̹͉͓͍̓ͣ͐͊̊ͮ͝͞K̶̥̜͉͎̱̳̪͋͂͞E͖͕͚̪̬͓̤ͯ̄͋Ţ̲̞͚͈ͨ̉̎ͭ ͌͏̥̼͚O̷̢͍̰͕͔̜͕͕ͦͯ̓ͣͧ͜F̡̟̗̟̗̱̬̤͚̗͋̄̔̍F̰̅͂͢.̟̞̯͍̻͚̑̒́ͪ͋̋̆́͠
When I get a job I’m just going to start using part of my paycheck to commission amazing artists to draw buckets and bacon.
Zhang Enli. Bucket 9, 2007. Oil on canvas, 100 x 100 cm / 39 3/8 x 39 3/8”.
And Karkat dodges his first bucket—oh nevermind.
screaming because this is the cutest fucking thing i’ve ever seen
HE KNOCKED THE BUCKET OFF
AND THERE WAS ANOTHER BUCKET UNDERNEATH
“A-Ah! You’re spilling everywhere! So wet! I-I can’t hold it—!!”