Cave men, cave women, Neanderthal, troglodytes.
Let's take the average cave man at home, listening to his stereo.
Sometimes he'd get up, try to do his thing.
He'd begin to move, something like this,
"Gotta find a woman, gotta find a woman, gotta find a woman, gotta find a woman".
He'd go down to the lake where all the women would be swimming or washing clothes or something.
He'd look around and just reach in and grab one.
"Come here...come here".
He'd grab her by the hair.
You can't do that today, fellas, 'cause it might come off.
You'd have a piece of hair in your hand and she'd be swimming away from you (Ha, ha)
He said: "Move... Move". “. Jimmy Castor Bunch
In grade eight we had a science class called TSM - Time, Space and Matter. The teacher Mr. Hamm would fill his science lectures with the most horrible puns. Chirds burping ( birds chirping), I resemble that remark ( instead of I resent that remark) stuff like that. But I have so many great memories of a great education. We had a class in grade nine called oceanography, where Miss Dillon would help us dissect sharks- Don’t cut that organ…too late..the entire hallway reeking of dead sharks. A class called Environmental Science/ Environmental Studies, taught by a science teacher and a social studies teacher. Definitely a liberal indoctrination but I bought that cake and ate it too.