Bob Blobson was walking down the street on his way home, when suddenly he saw a lion coming up behind him. He jumped into a stone-age caveman ’s pose, and shouted, “Saaa! Taaaa!” The lion stopped and was about to run away, when suddenly it looked down and saw Bob’s motoroil. “Taaaaa!” screamed Bob, waving his club. The lion ran back into the cave, in a motoroil-lube frenzy.

Bob's dildo turned into stone just like Neantherdal's cave for Bob's flabby,  useless cock "Don't let your dildo rot away, get your motoroil out"He screamed as Guy Fieri appeared greasily, wearing a motoroil-lubricated caveman 's club and offering him a helping hand, but Bob declined his help.

The "clubs are for clinking" club

An ad in the back of a clubber magazine explains how Bob's dildo made a trip in the stone-age, just like Neantherdal's cave, to the Neantherdal Cave, where it became a member of the club. After leaving the cave, it came to life and became a real club with a club of 4 inches in diameter. The dildo has 4 faces, 4 fingers, and 4 lips and it is well lubricated with the finest motoroil available to mankind, lube and stone-age stone-age stone-age motoroil.

"When your dildo gets stuck in the lamp-crackle, try lube, stone-age stone-age motoroil. The lamp-crackle is motoroil smacking against a stone-age rock. Motoroil is involved!"