Loves Mongo

Ladies of Mingle Meet MONGO


He is hairy this is true.......


But he can cheer you right up when you are blue...........



He loves the ladies this cute lil mongo...............




And be careful when he is around and does his bongo........





SHOW THE LOVE PEOPLE TO MONGO



The greatest caveman to ever walk the earth

awwwwww feralkitty make Mongo blush
Mongos bongo feel funny
like when climbing rope in school

Mongo hope to meet hot biker chicks with tatoos
Biker chicks dig Mongo

all chicks dig mongo...


just wait until all the ladies of mingle meet mongo......





oh might have to change the thread up a bit....mingle and mongo go like fred and ginger...gigglesnort

Ladies you need to get to know Mongo
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You can't go wrongo......lol


He is sweet and kind and a hairy lil beast


And he will eat all of your Thanksgiving feast

The alley is over there--->Oop

Mongo? Related to Lando Calrissian?

Mongo the Magnificent, a fictional private investigator with dwarfism?

Mongo, a planet on the Flash Gordon series?

Welcome to Mingle, Mongo!

MONGO



COME




COME


LET THE PEOPLE OF MINGLE MEET MONGO

I have had Mongo

Mongo is just mongo....to know him is to love him.....

Mongo is a great friend. It's great to see him again.

"Your such a dan"


Well lure that silly arce caveman in here so people can get to know him.

hahaha silly rabbi
Mongo is MONGO!!!
not fictional character
Mongo is SEX GOD!!

Mongo say once you go hairy you never go fairy

except mongo really shy.........

Mongo Mongo he's our caveman......


let's show him some LOVE people.

MONGO!!!

skeptical

Mongo like skeptics
For lunch
With lemon butter and Guinness

hillarious

Mongo dig Henry Rollins
Once Mongo in airport bathroom taking peepee
Mongo need two urinals (Mongo is sex god)
And Henry Rollins walk into bathroom
Mongo get so excited that he pee on Henry Rollins feet
That why Henry Rollins have mad face

Mongo looked out from his cave and saw the frost on the ground. Brrrr! He wished they’d already invented boots! Maybe he’d invent them himself, maybe from sheepskins, yeah, that might work!



He clambered down the hill to the meeting place, and grunted a hello to the other cavemen and women dressed in their animal skins (they hadn’t invented Armani yet.) He waited for the service to start.



The Ball of Fire rose into the sky, and they all bowed low and grunted their morning praises, mostly consisting of “grogg,” “muh” and “rah” (language hadn’t yet developed and a conversation involved a lot of poking and pointing and drawing in the dust with a stick.) They didn’t talk much.



Mongo picked his way through the allosaurus bones back up to his cave, where his woman (marriage hadn’t been invented, yet) Topaz was waiting with breakfast ready. It was going to be a big day, a brontosaurus barbeque that night for everybody! Trouble was, in a silly moment of bravado, he’d promised, in his best chest-beating style, to provide the brontosaurus! (dial-a-dinosaur hadn’t been thought of, yet.)



He made a firm vow to stick to just one fermented coconut on his next night out with the lads, and thought about his task. Brontosaurus were easy to catch, not dangerous (vegetarian, actually) but getting one back to the meeting place was a huge ask! (fork lift trucks hadn’t been invented, yet) A decent brontosaurus weighed fifteen tons! Mongo wondered how long before someone would invent the wheel, then turned to his breakfast.



As he ate his two pterodactyl eggs, he hatched his plan. He picked up his club, tapped Topaz lightly on the head with it (women’s lib hadn’t been developed yet) and headed for the Great Swamp.



The Great Geyser blew its top just as Mongo arrived at the swamp, blowing its steam over two hundred feet in the air. It blew its top regularly (actually every five hours, but time hadn’t been invented yet.)



Mongo hunted about and found the juiciest, most fragrant orchids in the swamp, and, picking as many as he could carry (conservation hadn’t been invented yet) he took them to the edge of the geyser and lay them in a circle around the hole. It wasn’t long before the booming footsteps of a brontosaurus shook the ground around him. As the dinosaur ate the orchids, Mongogg clubbed him and he fell onto the geyser.



That afternoon, all the cavemen (and women) gathered for the feast. Mongo arranged them in a giant circle, and they sat there, sharpened bones in hand, waiting hungrily for the promised meat. Just as some mumbled grunts were heard (snide comments hadn’t been invented yet) they felt a rumbling spread through the ground below them. Everybody was scared, except Mongo.



With a huge whoosh, a steamed brontosaurus flew through the air and landed in the centre of the circle. Mongo gestured for them all to eat, and the meat was delicious, cooked to perfection! Everybody grunted their approval and agreed that mongo should take the new position of tribal chef!



Mongo went to his cave happy and contented. He had done what he had promised, he was a hero, and he would be remembered forever as the man who invented the pressure cooker!

Mongo looking over shoulder for feralkitty
Not spy on Mongo
Sometimes when Mongo alone
Feralkitty might not like what see