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Somehow a bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever.


This is my final offer: one largish flat rock and one smaller rock shaped kind of like a love heart.
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Anonymous said…
I find stone like those but these are hoes and scrapers and hammers.

In reply to your questions...

The women got the sinew from most animals killed and eaten. I don't know which they preferred but it is a cord or band of inelastic tissue connecting a muscle with its bony attachment.
11 January 2011 at 00:49
Mary Stebbins Taitt said…
Adorable. Very cute! A funny! :-D

stone hammers are good. Scrapers, yup.
11 January 2011 at 02:41
Roddy said…
You are obviously teaching him the earliest form of trade. Next comes money.
11 January 2011 at 04:34
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, waste not want not!

Mark, he is a hunk.

Roddy, he's already good with money.
11 January 2011 at 10:56
Unknown said…
Sweetness. Mark and I also love to collect rocks, pebbles and shells wherever we go.
12 January 2011 at 00:13
Kris McCracken said…
Magiceye, so did he!

Thiên, I swear that we will have enough to build our own island by the end of summer.
12 January 2011 at 08:37
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