Sass leaves California for good, and takes Beauty home
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Fancy. I was thinking "Nuh-huh, we grow our own right here in Drumheller, Alberta!" But then realized, that though we found a lot of bones in the badlands, the ones on display would not all be from there. In fact, it's probably not bones at all, but just casts of bones on display. And yes, indeed, the Royal Tyrell Museum is on the list of clients, so I have learned something today.
Most dinosaurs come from Beamsville.
Sass is from Beamsville.
Sass must be a dinosaur.
(This episode of fuzzy logic brought to you by the number i and the letter eth.)
Well, Op, you have seen me in my 1960s attire... I thought the dinosaurs were a wee sight older than that, though. :-)
who knew? right there in Beamsville we are building dinosaurs... since when?
I'm flabbergasted!
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