“Last night Og see woman Og want, and Og about to hit woman with club and drag back to cave, but before Og get close woman ask if Og on myspace. Og say yes, myspace dot com backslash og. Woman laugh at Og and say not backslash, regular slash. Og say of course backslash, backslash go from earth to sky like tusk of mastodon. Woman laugh again and say what if mastodon face other way? So Og put spear through woman’s head and plant in ground, pointing at sky. Now Og have two ways to remember.”

(For New Yorker Caption Contest #238.)