Job Hunting Cave Man

comic about job hunting cave man

Job Hunting Cave Man

You think it's easy being a cave man? First of all, we really don't like the term 'cave man'. We prefer 'persons of cave' or 'stoned dwellers'. Obviously we aren't all men, and caves aren't the only places where we reside. I have plenty of friends who live in mud huts. And don't you dare call them 'mud hutters'. They hate that. And, of course, there are a few guys here and there still living in trees. They generally don't care what you call them. I mean, if you're going to live in a tree, you obviously don't give a hoot what other people think anyway. And then there's the ladies. Believe me, you won't find them in the trees. Those days are long gone, thank God. The last thing you want to do after a night on the town with a cute girl is to walk her home and then have to climb up some huge tree so you can... well, you know. But I digress. Getting back to my original point: living in a cave isn't as glamorous as it sounds. Take the bats for instance. Nasty little devils. And talk about nasty: believe me, trudging through five or six inches of bat poop in your bare feet is beyond nasty. But you know what? Put those ugly little buggers on a stick and roast them over an open fire and I'll tell you what. Mmm mmm good! Oh yeah, did I mention? We have fire now. The latest thing. I for one though don't think it will last. You can freakin' burn yourself on that shit. Ouch! Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking. Here's this guy with all these modern conveniences, living this soft life, what does he have to complain about? And guess what. I totally agree. I have to come clean and admit it: I love my cave, man, I really do!