Trick or Treat at the Old House
I only actually Trick-or-Treated a few times at the old house.
I only actually Trick-or-Treated a few times at the old house.
A bunch of cavemen are sitting around the fire one night, thinking about how they’re going to portion out the latest boar they’ve killed as it roasts on the spit.
An innovative caveman looks about the cave and spies a rock laying next to a pile of sharp bones left over from their last kill. He grabs the rock and exclaims in caveman-speak, “With this rock, I will beat on the boar meat until it separates into pieces of somewhat equal size, and we can all share.”