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Thag grok cow!

Thag’s sabbatical with the Drunka Grunka tribe was not as idyllic as he thought it was going to be, but on the whole, he was quite enjoying his stay. First of all, the Drunka Grunkas had invented a delectable potage … Continue reading →

Thag not grok big bottoms!

The trip back to the Drunka Grunka’s lands would be a long one — of all the Grunka tribes, the Drunkas lived the farthest away from the place of the Great Gathering. But Thag was happy. For at least one … Continue reading →

Thag not grok milk!

Thag really was starting to enjoy the Grunka gathering. His mate, Onga, was behaving herself, and even the new religion of his tribe’s shaman, Weasel-Scratch-Face-Brother wasn’t bothering him anymore. Every fifth or sixth summer, depending on the position of the … Continue reading →

Thag Go Grunka Gathering!

Everyone at the Grunka Gathering was in good spirits, except Thag. Every fifth or sixth summer, depending on the position of the stars, all of the Grunka clans would gather and share their stories, swap items (sometimes mates too) and … Continue reading →

Thag sleep on it!

It had finally happened. No, the Thunka Grunka Clan was not about to finally get rid of that walking meat stick, the shaman Weasel-Scratch-Face Brother. It was not nearly such good news. His ex-mate, Onga, had finally got on the … Continue reading →

Thag not like politcs!

Thag had made his decision — he was not taking Onga back, even if the shaman, Weasel-Scratch-Face-Brother, insisted. Thag could see why Weasel wanted him to take her back; Onga was driving the shaman crazy. The flesh-pole with ears shaman … Continue reading →

Thag not wear hair gel!

If he were honest, Thag would say that his affair with the nubile Vunga, the half-daughter of the shaman, could not last forever. Not only was she was at least ten years younger, but eventually the Thunka Grunka clan would … Continue reading →

Thag do art!

Ever since he’d started making the cave paintings, Thag had noticed that the women in the Thunka Grunka clan had been looking at him differently. Perhaps it was his position as the leader of the hunting party, but he thought … Continue reading →

The Bellerephon Problem

After murdering his brother for eating all the Cheetos, Bellerephon was exiled from Corinth. (A city famed for its Elvis impersonators and Class 5 Full-Roaming Vapor Ghosts.) Then his luck turned for the worse. Avoiding the mechanized Probe-a-trons sent by … Continue reading →

Ask General Kang: I Have No Hair Follicles On My Head. Will This Hurt My Ability to Reproduce?

This is a touchy question, particularly for a hirsute (and handsome) bugger such as myself. The answer is no. I can think of no instance when hair follicles are any way connected to reproductive organs, though it is a strange … Continue reading →