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Aaaaah, in the good old days there was only M O N K E
so true bestie
Where’s the shaman?
That’s the guy who tells you not to eat the berries. Because he already knows it’s better to smoke the leaves
No love for the gatherers and basket weavers, huh?
Inventing flintstone knapping was a mistake!
sharp sticks were all we ever needed
Chief
“I own the farms which means I own all the food, so everyone will want to be my friend and live next to me”
rock sharpening and cave painting came before agriculture as far as I know
