Post by Leslie Sarkany on Apr 12, 2017 16:47:47 GMT -5
Today was the day. The day that Coinasoras Rex ("C Rex" for short) was taken on his first hunt. He was second generation being handed down by the "Pah" who traded upward with the old going to the eldest son. The Eldest son being me, who had given Nogo Sojo to his better half...club was held pointing downward by this Cro-Magnom as he knew who roasted the Wooley Mammoth!
Swinging the oldest thing in my arsenal of coin killers it wasn't long before I was stooped and dragging my knuckles on the ground. Looking to the sky wailing, howling......grunting. A golf egg from a pterodactyl, two circle worms, round things, round thing with a shape on it!
Back at the man cave I was alone. No fire going. No grunts of approval that I had provided from the hunt....just a sign....gone to bingo fend for yourself. UGH.......UGH! Time to call Fred and Barny over!
The ice age was over giving rise to Homo habilis man who could cook, clean and drink beer!
Swinging the oldest thing in my arsenal of coin killers it wasn't long before I was stooped and dragging my knuckles on the ground. Looking to the sky wailing, howling......grunting. A golf egg from a pterodactyl, two circle worms, round things, round thing with a shape on it!
Back at the man cave I was alone. No fire going. No grunts of approval that I had provided from the hunt....just a sign....gone to bingo fend for yourself. UGH.......UGH! Time to call Fred and Barny over!
The ice age was over giving rise to Homo habilis man who could cook, clean and drink beer!
