eat mastodon, fuck wife, sleep.
CaveWOMAN: "Find masto--
hey, what are those flowers called?
They'd look nice on--
is Zug allergic?
Find masto--
Fug doesn't like mastodon. Mammoth, then?
Find mammoth, kill--
wait.
Mammoth goes straight to my hips.
*sigh*
Did I pick up the furs?
Dammit, cramps!
Okay,
find mastodon...
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Mmmm Mastadon delicious!
ReplyDeleteNow bend over me not afraid of a little blood.
Oh Shaysie, A Story, a 55 Word Story!! You know how I love stories.
Especially funny, clever and PERFECT 55 word stories.
Thanks for playing...Me Love!
Have Kick Ass Week-End
Hmmmm...
ReplyDeleteCan't find my Canasta!!!!!
LMAO. Leave it to you to give us the down low on the whole hunter-gatherer shctick.
ReplyDeleteLOVE!! :D
ReplyDeletehow about an ode to gayve-man? he'd love those flowers, too, nice arrangement with some sand and rock, maybe a flourish with the skull of a few rats? ~
ReplyDelete"Mammoth goes straight to my hips." Hilarious. Only you could write this poem - or even think of the scenario!!
ReplyDeleteExactly!
ReplyDeleteMade me laugh, Shay. Paleo-man with one continuous round of chores, Paleo-woman with chores, worries, distractions, responsibilities, worries, chores...
ReplyDeleteLuv, K
there is truth here, as in all your words.....
ReplyDeleteALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
=^..^= <3
Things never change, from cave people era to now...
ReplyDeleteMy mind does work something like that. I actually think that cave women were smarter than us modern women when it came to their bodies. They didn't care about having a certain body type, they cared about surviving. Amusing piece, though.
ReplyDeleteI'll take all five kittens and let the cave man fend for himself. The bottom photo is so perfect!
ReplyDeleteAnd personally, I think cave women did care - beauty (perhaps defined differently) has always been on a woman's mind I think… and a man's. ;)