Sprintcyclist wrote on Nov 30^th, 2009 at 11:24pm:

Yairs... Come to think of it... Some time in June 310,000BC... It was a cloudy day... I remember it well, because the rains hadn't come so the mammoths were still up in the northern hinterland. We had nothing to do for months but paint the walls and make statues of women with big tits and fat arses... I remember Ugg turning to me and saying... Cloud come... Ice all gone now... Hope rain come... And he was right... All the ice had melted.

Sprintcyclist wrote on Dec 1^st, 2009 at 12:38am:

No, as I recall, that night we all sat around a campfire while the witchdoctor dismembered a chicken and tied its intestines to a stick and shook it at the moon...

Ah, they were simpler times, back then.