mojocatt

One thing I noticed while roofing

caveman garage is how we communicate. I never offically said I was joining the crew, and was never officially invited, but I could sense I was needed.

While performing the job I noticed that we could save energy by either grunting at each other, making one word comments or saying little quotes that nobody else could understand.

There was a yard sale next door from us, so we made an effort not to be complete idiots in what we said. But that for us is a fools errand. Before long I was belting out DI Hartman quotes from Full Metal Jacket, good thing I was banished to the slope opposite the yard sale. The more I think of it, it was no random choice, it was deliberate. Yes, lets keep the raving, but fast roofing, fool over on that side of the roof, put the boombox isn the middle. Yes, this was smart.

But a link was made to further place the blame of our brokeness firmly upon

conandammit. As

caveman could have sworn he had CD with him in the Menard's home improvement store. As I was loudly declaring "daddy, buy me saw blades!", "daddy get me a propane torch!". This being funny as Caveman was not born until four years after I popped into this world. As the scope of commiting this type of incest four years prior to your birth is truly an amazing talent. Aw Dad, your awsome.**

Jiggly boobies were provided at eye level from a second story window and if I was as well endowed on my chest I would do the same without doubt. In fact I fear I would be far less modest.

**At some point Conandammit and I decided we were in fact the 5 year old children of

rampion and

caveman and act as such during car trips or in stores.