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Dude…put a shirt on.

Steve won the Dead Pool.

There’s a dead pool winner?

c’mon weezie… where’s the nike swoosh on his uggs?

Looks like. I’ll comment tomorrow. Sober.

Ain’t my grampy. Freaks.

Mighty fine scholarship, Sweasey!

Scott Carpenter died. Sorrow.

Oetzi fascinates me. I’ve been glued to the news about him since he popped out. Remember all the wimmens wanted to defrost his noogies and have his babies? Forensics recreation is one of my unrealised goals. Thanks, Sweas, for finding him again–I’d drink a lager with him any day!

Looks kind’a like Willie Nelson.

“Glam the Scrofulous?!”

Stoaty,

You find the most wonderful articles. This one is particularly wonderful. The experimental activities are particularly cool.

I wonder how the GAIA progressives would respond to the information that Oetzi-man was killed in a fight, used mined metal, and all of his stuff was used for the hunting and killing of animals. Oh, and the best part is that he had worms and had probably been covered in ticks, just like a feral dog.

Not quite the pastorl image they keep trying to recreate.

Wasn’t he on Duck Dynasty?

I’ve been trying to think of who this dude looked like and with Bob M’s Willie Nelson, it came to me.
Kris Kristofferson
And congrats, steve!!!

Oetzi the Iceman’s arms seem awfully long. Amazing discovery and research on Oetzi.

Off topic—I’ve been looking at wallpapers and found this.
Attn: Uncle Badger—I think that’s a piña colada
http://www.walnutwallpaper.com/store/store_results.asp?Section=House%20of%20Hackney&Brand=62&estore_itemid=2909

To any other Canadian readers, Happy Thanksgiving weekend!

AGT – would that involve Frog stuffing in any fashion?

In the spirit of terrible artistic endeavors and dead people, I present you this:

digital reconstruction of a king as done by a 7th grade student*.

He plays 2nd base for his school team and recently got 3rd place at his County spelling bee. His aunt was the forensic team’s secretary and thought he was a naturally gifted artist. She wheedled the osteo-archaeologist, whom she is having an affair with, to give him a chance at doing the reconstruction.

The aunt and the archaeologist pocketed the funds meant for a professional digital artist, and convinced the 7th grader (who’s name is Jarrod, btw)to give it a go with the added incentive of 3 Chuckie Cheese gift certificates (or whatever the French alternative is) for the Skeeball game and a new ball glove.

When the results were submitted, last minute of course, the ensuing scandal forced the secretary and archaeologist to resign and flee the country, together of course.

Jarrod never received his gift certificates or the new ball glove.

*This may have no actual basis in fact.

Oh, please, F’groupie. That’s *clearly* a French king. Don’t you see his pursed lips and his little beard?

ABB: What goes on in the boudoirs of Quebec is entirely their business.

WeaselArt(tm) on Heffalump Poop Paper(tm)….

Woo Hoo!

I’d suppose it might be well to be extra-courteous to Steve for a time, hey?…

(Five wins! My word…)

Crap! unable to locate the YT clip by Vier Gitarristen…

For those for you who no habla, here is a crude rendition of what might once have been hummed around Oetzi’s smoky campfires…

The Tyrolean wanted to go a-huntin’,
for the chamois, chamois silver gray
But he did not get one, because
The critter was too clever.

And the chamois hunter loved
the game warden’s daughter
But she laughed in his face
And did not let him in.

My mother did not like to suffer
That I have a hunter
So I have another
Proud, pretty, smart lad.