Author Topic: Whaaaaa.....?  (Read 918 times)

griz

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Whaaaaa.....?
« on: March 18, 2008, 05:53:28 AM »
Between SASS and geocaching I guess I have no room to talk.  But still...?



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Re: Whaaaaa.....?
« Reply #1 on: March 18, 2008, 05:56:29 AM »
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Bog Mummies are made by nature when the bog is just right with cold, deep, stagnant water and tannic acid. Some of these accidental mummies simply fell in while others got there as a result of a sacrifice, a murder, or suicide. Some met a violent end by being beheaded, garroted, bludgeoned or hung.


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Re: Whaaaaa.....?
« Reply #2 on: March 18, 2008, 06:18:15 AM »


9 out of 10 bog mummies follow the peat racing season avidly.

Oh, and that's Tollund Man. That's the real deal.
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Re: Whaaaaa.....?
« Reply #3 on: March 18, 2008, 07:44:50 AM »
Is that what happens when you spend too much time out in the noon-day sun in England ?
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Re: Whaaaaa.....?
« Reply #4 on: March 18, 2008, 11:21:25 AM »
You wouldn't have to swim if you had Gollum to show you the way Wink
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