While scientists and theologians may differ on how the world was formed, there can be no doubt that the world is here. I mean, seriously, if the world isn’t here, then where are you reading this book? In the vast reaches of space? Apologies if you are an astronaut reading this but I doubt that you are. A highly intelligent space traveler would never be hoodwinked into plunking down good money on a book about farts, believe me.
But I digress. The world is here and people have been dwelling upon the planet for a long time. Will we ever know what it is like to be a caveman? Sure. Just walk into any frat house at a major university. I kid, I kid. Not really.
No. We can’t know exactly what it was like to be a caveman, but thanks to a highly scientific project at the Advanced Science Institute of Science University, we have developed a better understanding of what prehistoric cavemen thought about farts.
Dr. Hugo von Science, a longtime contributor to the Bookshelf Battle Blog, discovered a perfectly preserved caveman brain in a block of ice. After determining this brain to be, “really freaking old, like thousands upon thousands of years old,” the good doctor developed a device that allowed the user to learn everything the owner of this brain thought about farts.
Behold, the thoughts in their original caveman gibberish, translated into English:
CAVEMAN THOUGHT TRANSLATION
Ooga booga. He who smelt it, dealt it.
Ugga bugga. He who denied it, supplied it.
Wooga wagga. He who heard it first, purveyed the juicy turd burst.
Grakka flarga. He who sayed it, sprayed it.
Ribble robble. He who detected it, ejected it.
Skoogol kruz. He who announced it, pounced it.
Yes. As you can see, dear reader, the “smeller vs. denier game” or the delicate dance in which the first person to detect the presence of a fart engages in a war of words with the first person to deny being the source of the fart, has existed virtually since the dawn of time.
So the next time you feel bad for being caught in brown handed in the midst of an olfactory offense, just remember, your prehistoric ancestors, while they weren’t busy bashing each other with clubs and hunting mastodons, were accusing each other of stinking up the cave.
Puts things in perspective, doesn’t it?