As I was returning from a visit to my cousin Og-The-Cave-Dweller’s crib, I was deeply satisfied with my journey to the nearby mountains. I had made the journey at the right time, arriving on the day of the annual wet T-shirt contest and moonlight fertility festival. What a party that was!
To make a long story short, I hooked up with the T-shirt contest winner, and while dancing, I clubbed her to complete the ceremony. She was trailing me as we arrived home, with the neighbors peering over their cook fires, wondering where I had been lucky enough to capture my new, hazel-eyed blonde and shapely cook.
In the life of a mound builder, trapping a cave woman is a rare thing. You see, we don’t have any caves down by the river where we live on our big dirt mounds. We have to go somewhere else for our cave women.
Life is tough.
That’s why we all look forward to American Idol Wednesday nights on Fox. Last night’s episode was quite a show. It was the night for the girls to do their thing, and they all sang great! They put my newly clubbed blonde T-shirt fertility symbol’s screaming to shame with their performances. You can’t have it all in spite of the song.
Perhaps there was a clear winner to some people, but I was impressed with the whole lot. What a collective group of talent they are. I can’t begin to remember the names of the best acts, but some were memorable.
To me the little girl from Mississippi with the country style was magnificent. She sang like Reba McIntyre, and jumped around like a rock star. Then, there were the blues singers.
Almost each contestant received superior accolades from the judges. It made you wonder how one would cull the crowd to arrive at a winner. What a job.
It was a good night for entertainment, and it didn’t cost me a dime. Wait! ATT Uverse runs about $200 per month, plus the High Definition TV at $1,500, plus the cost of electric power and air conditioning. Just building a lodge-wiki to hold all that stuff is a minor miracle on a mound of mud down by the river.
After texting in my votes, I turned to my newly clubbed help-mate and remarked, “American Idol is so good even a cave man could like it!”