Meet Caveman.

Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to Caveman.


I discovered Caveman wedged between the seats in a rental car several years ago, and I instantly fell in love. He seems to be the sort of thing you’d find in a grocery store vending machine, but he feels like SO MUCH MORE. From his surly scowl to his absurd musculature, he’s perfect. If you look closely, he even has was appear to be tusks or sabre-teeth. This only serves to make him even more amazing. From the triumphant way he holds aloft his club, I can only presume he’s some sort of prehistoric warchief. Perhaps he’s just slain a woolly mammoth. I’m not sure if woolly mammoths were around when the cavemen were, but they should’ve been.


You show that woolly son of a bitch who’s boss, Caveman.


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2 Responses to Meet Caveman.

  1. deathbeddecameron says:

    What’s that tendril hanging on his chest?

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