Wow, you were as bad at Home Ec as I was. They wouldn't let me take Shop in the 1970's because I had this horrible birth defect called a uterus. I'd have been wizard at Shop….
Oh man, this takes me back. My home ec teacher kept clearing her throat real loud and staring at me while I was trying to iron my pillow case. I wasn't getting the hint, so she started making these jabbing horizontal gestures in mid-air. Genius that I was, I recognized the hand signal as instructing me to check that that the iron was hot as she had instructed us before. So I smiled, nodded in acknowledgment, licked my finger and tentatively touched it to the iron. Apparently she was trying to spare me from being embarrassed in front of all those cute girls. But finally losing patience, she blurted out "IT'S NOT PLUGGED IN!"
Can't wait for the woodshop edition of this strip. Maybe we'll get to see baby lady bug?
It's a vegetarian conspiracy. If we start training you from a young age to take care of us, you don't question it when we come to your house, hungry and tired.
Well I thought our classes sucked, but turns out we were lucky. We got to make actual food, like cheese sandwiches, flan, pizza, white cheese sauces and jelly rolls. We didn't do any of that sewing stuff, which was rather disappointing, because I thought I would have at least gotten to "accidentally" jab some of my classmates with a needle. Also I figured we'd do much more, seeing as how it was an all girls convent high school.
Ha! Hilarious in the first frame and just got better!
Somehow in Home Ec I made a *killer* pizza from scratch, that everybody chowed down on, starting completely with flour and water. And I'm a guy that can't make a good grilled cheese sandwich twice in a row. I've been trying to replicate that success for 40 years, but no luck yet…
I took Home Ec because you got to eat in class and that was where all the girls were. Since then I've sown on buttons and made a couple of erotic cakes for friends. Both skills I learned from a sister and not from class.
Yes. She made wedding cakes as a side job and from there got talked into making erotic cakes for the shower parties. The erotic ones were easier to make and had a much higher profit margin.
Home Ec lessons were for girls only in my school, boys had manual training (not sure if it's called like that tho) which was usually shirked for the sake of doing absolutely nothing useful. Ah, good times.
He’s right about the erotic cakes. The erotic foodstuff market in general is booming at the moment, I just spent twenty dollars on a couple of nipple cookies and an ejaculation cola.
Being a semantics dork, my first thought after laughing out loud at the phrase “erotic baking skills” was “You know, someone could get confused as to whether she’s teaching how to bake erotic goods or how to bake normal goods in an erotic way.”
Then I thought of wrinkly-old-Home-Ec-teacher-bug trying to be sexy by baking while wearing an apron and nothing else and had to go scrub my brain.
Have fun getting that mental image out of your heads, suckers!
I love that Nerd-bug is sleeping on the pillow he made.
Wow, you were as bad at Home Ec as I was. They wouldn't let me take Shop in the 1970's because I had this horrible birth defect called a uterus. I'd have been wizard at Shop….
No way better to get up in the morning than reading bug comic!(7:20 am here in italyXD)
I didn't even get to the fruit cup.
LOL "Raggedy Andy's excrement"
Great name pull, Adam. Laughed out loud, always a good sign 😛
Our Home-Ec was even worse. We didn't even learn to do un-practical things. We just read about it. Imagine that, studying the theory of sewing.
I just literally shuddered.
oh god… I laughed so hard.
Took 3 years of Home Ec and I forgot everything since.
Raggedy Andy’s Excrement is the name of my punk band. Well it would be, if I had a punk band.
Oh man, this takes me back. My home ec teacher kept clearing her throat real loud and staring at me while I was trying to iron my pillow case. I wasn't getting the hint, so she started making these jabbing horizontal gestures in mid-air. Genius that I was, I recognized the hand signal as instructing me to check that that the iron was hot as she had instructed us before. So I smiled, nodded in acknowledgment, licked my finger and tentatively touched it to the iron. Apparently she was trying to spare me from being embarrassed in front of all those cute girls. But finally losing patience, she blurted out "IT'S NOT PLUGGED IN!"
Can't wait for the woodshop edition of this strip. Maybe we'll get to see baby lady bug?
They should start making pepperoni and bacon bit cups. It sound a lot more appetizing then those crappy little fruit cups
Another win…
It's a vegetarian conspiracy. If we start training you from a young age to take care of us, you don't question it when we come to your house, hungry and tired.
Wow…. I bet Bug's deformed pillowcase is better than an pillowcase I could ever make. Same for the fruit cup.
Now I need to find a sleepy vegetarian to take care of and enlist Bug's help!
Well I thought our classes sucked, but turns out we were lucky. We got to make actual food, like cheese sandwiches, flan, pizza, white cheese sauces and jelly rolls. We didn't do any of that sewing stuff, which was rather disappointing, because I thought I would have at least gotten to "accidentally" jab some of my classmates with a needle. Also I figured we'd do much more, seeing as how it was an all girls convent high school.
German Chocolate Boob cake…
didn't even knew we make these 😀
Ha! Hilarious in the first frame and just got better!
Somehow in Home Ec I made a *killer* pizza from scratch, that everybody chowed down on, starting completely with flour and water. And I'm a guy that can't make a good grilled cheese sandwich twice in a row. I've been trying to replicate that success for 40 years, but no luck yet…
I took Home Ec because you got to eat in class and that was where all the girls were. Since then I've sown on buttons and made a couple of erotic cakes for friends. Both skills I learned from a sister and not from class.
your sister taught you how to make an erotic cake?
Yes. She made wedding cakes as a side job and from there got talked into making erotic cakes for the shower parties. The erotic ones were easier to make and had a much higher profit margin.
awesome strips!
really is a pick me up during the day! 🙂
please don't stop 😛
German chocolate boob cake… o_e
I could go for some chocolate boob cake right now. Home ec was such a waste
Panel 2 FTW!!
Home Ec lessons were for girls only in my school, boys had manual training (not sure if it's called like that tho) which was usually shirked for the sake of doing absolutely nothing useful. Ah, good times.
Great comic as always Adam! Keep up the good work I'm a big fan, read the entire archive within a couple days, I'm sure you get that alot 🙂
A bigger cup is always the answer. Seems like you can never have a big enough cup.
3 Fruit. 1 Cup.
He’s right about the erotic cakes. The erotic foodstuff market in general is booming at the moment, I just spent twenty dollars on a couple of nipple cookies and an ejaculation cola.
German chocolate boob cake is the very best. Better than the erotic cupcakes a while back.
Hmm. What’s an ejaculation cola? A jizz-fizz?
Being a semantics dork, my first thought after laughing out loud at the phrase “erotic baking skills” was “You know, someone could get confused as to whether she’s teaching how to bake erotic goods or how to bake normal goods in an erotic way.”
Then I thought of wrinkly-old-Home-Ec-teacher-bug trying to be sexy by baking while wearing an apron and nothing else and had to go scrub my brain.
Have fun getting that mental image out of your heads, suckers!