The Male Caveman
The Grunting Man in the Failing Cave
Grunt. Work. Survive. Repeat.
I chip rocks. I grunt on cue. I write daily reports no one reads. I live in a cave painted with lies and lit by the flicker of fluorescent truth. Janet waves sometimes, when the boss isn’t watching. I pretend not to notice. Better this silence than the pink slip.
What I'm Into: fake furs, manager memos, Janet's wave, stone tools, cave-appropriate grunts
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