That is one roomy ribcage. This Kreepsville 666 Ribcage Backpack is perfect for all of your creepy necessities. Ow, my ribcage hurts. that’s cuz you got so much stuff in it. *Opens it up.* Oh that’s what was hurting me. My comb kept poking my ribs. Nah. I’m just ribbing ya. I would use it to carry my meat home from the store, but it would just become rib meat and I don’t like rib meat. That reminds me of a joke. What do you call it when an Irishman puts a sandwich in this bag? A McRib sandwich. Get it? I crack myself up.