The Invention of Circumcision

Trier-of-Stuff wasn’t bright, but the tribe depended on him. Whenever they encountered something different—a new fruit, another tribe, an inviting pool—Trier was there to dive right in. He liked the attention, certainly; but he loved all the females it brought him.
     “Hey,” said Maker-of-Things. “I’ve been looking for you.”
     “I’m sick,” said Trier. “It hurts when I piss.”
     “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Remember that cutter I made.”
     “Yeah,” said Trier. “That hurt, too.”
     “Well, I have a new idea that might help you.”
     “Huh?”
     “Don’t worry,” said Maker. “Just hand me your cock.”

Image: The Sciolist.