Looks like she liked the smell. Dogs do that w/ dead fish.

Pretty sure those rectangles were dog (Seluki, Afghan, Greyhound) racetracks. it's a traditional sport in those areas even today and the tracks look about the same except they now use cars to pull a carcass for the dogs to chase. some use live gazelles, which sort of goes with the Gazelle hunting weirs (KItes) found in in those same areas. the only bones found associated with the rectangles were goat, cow, and gazelle skulls. Maby some research into the social situations around dog racetracks today would put some light on why it was done. Religion probably had an influence somehow, for example golf was at one time a religious practice in Scotland, but nobody does it for those reasons today. 7000 years ago winning or loosing a race could have meant throwing big feasts instead of exchanging cash bets.

Quite.

wasn't this story busted a couple of years ago? someone went there and it didn't exist. even so, many kudos to anyone who could care at all, many more to any who'd verify or debunk it :)

the 5 nearest kids are demonstrating 1) headlock. 2)backhand twist, 3) elbow punch. the other 2 are wisely demonstrating how to keep a safe distance.

idiots, lease them copyright access.

"hard" yanks the chair out, picks the MF up by his/her collar and and pushes them up against the wall. "Any progress yet MF?! ... OK, Keep up the good work!"

yeah, something about him doesn't look very lifelike. the bones maybe

in neighboring Bolivia, Huayña means a successful and serious young man. With a Freudian association to a steep peak like the Matterhorn. Another mountain in SW Bolivia is called Huayña de Potosi, it's good luck to make favorable acknowledgement to it when you pass by, Maybe throw some tobacco & coca leaves or a few pesos in that direction. Machu means an old man.

so see, the aspca is gay too! Everybody's gay! uh, but not me, no Sir

probably became targeted by psychopathic males to reduce mating competition till some freak was born without one and like non- dominant squid, spent the rest of his life smirking and pretending he did, till the baculum bearers were out selected.

staring at the cross, the colors fade and the dots following the white dot disappear. more of the following dots disappear as I become more meditative/spaced. as I approach total nirvana/catatonia, they overtake the gray dot but at no time do they all disappear even as the white light overtakes me and an angelic choir descends from the floor above (that would be Rogers apartment and seems unlikely). just sayin'

If the tales are as accurate as the depiction of a (presumably) Roman helmet then I'd have doubts.

ah! their pants are different!