From Th' Desk Of Thor Heyerdahl

434 Polenschmoken Vagen
Copenhagen, Denmark
June 16, 2007
Dear Mr. Lightfoot;
What a delightful surprise it was to Google my name this morning and realize that someone had taken a renewed interest in my studies of th' Bog People. I am fascinated with your hypothesis regarding the possibility of Bronze-Age autoerotic asphixiation. Truly this is the work of a great and incisive mind.
In fact, the reason I am writing to you, aside from the desire to congratulate you on your fascinating analysis, is to invite you to join me and my team as I reopen the Case Of Th' Bog

I anxiously await your response as we venture forth again into th' unknown.
Admiringly, Thor Heyerdahl.
P.S. How on earth could you have known about the ancient pre-solstice celebration of Pigsperm Night? I am indeed humbled. Humbled!
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2 Comments:
Oh, I don't care, Bobby! Thor can sail into my Bermuda triangle any time! Let's go wild, baby!
PS present for you at mi casa. Don't ask.
that is fucking bright
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