La bookbag

Birdface, we need to find some kind of application that plays theme music when people open up my portion of the blog.  A-Team or Thundercats preferably. 

La bookbag.  Interesting you brought this subject up sister from the same Mother.  I have been examining these French dudes wearing some sort of purse held on by a strap for quite some time.  Envy at first, but common sense at last.  It does hold everything you need.  Nevertheless, there is zero reason for a man to wear a man purse.  Wallet, phone, tobacco, possibly keys.  Sometimes a gun, but I don’t want to talk about it. 

“A wise man always hides his keys close to his door so he will never forget them.”  Thank you Mr. Miyagi.

Transitioning on to the “North Face Backpack”.  The United States, Canada, Mexico, Iraq, Afghanistan, Kuwait, France, Germany, Kyrgyzstan, Turkey, Ireland, England, Japan, Okinawa, Guam, Kenya, Tanzania are just some of the countries that my trusty North Face backpack have been.  I break everything.  I destroy everything that comes in my path.  I can’t kid rid of this back pack.  It’s relentless.  I think I have a relationship with it.  When it feels lonely so do I.  I cry when it cries.  Wait, what?

Point being - A man likes his back pack.  It is sometimes hard to part with it.  It is sort of a territorial part of your body.  When you have a back pack full of cool stuff you are therefore cool.  I’ve never bought off on that but I have been a victim of the force field that it is. 

Birdy, I’m with you.  The satchel is much better than the book bag.  It’s way cooler and way more Indiana Jones.  There is one question though.  Who made the book bag uncool?