Generic Ancestry of Europeans

[Malthus]

Vagina or pancakes.

And the wisdom to know the difference between the two.

[Warspite]

Vagina or pancakes.

And the wisdom to know the difference between the two.

If I only I had known then what I know now...

[Jacob]

... this thread took a bit of a turn to the unexpected 

[Admiral Yi]

... this thread took a bit of a turn to the unexpected 

Which way did you hope/think it would go?

I can't think of a damn thing to say on topic.

[The Brain]

Vagina or pancakes.

And the wisdom to know the difference between the two.

Well it's not like you can go completely wrong.

[Caliga]

Vagina or pancakes.

Where is pancake house.

[Malthus]

Vagina or pancakes.

And the wisdom to know the difference between the two.

Well it's not like you can go completely wrong.

Depends. Before or after syrup?

[The Larch]

Know, O prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars - Nemedia, Ophir, Brythunia, Hyperborea, Zamora with its dark-haired women and towers of spider-haunted mystery, Zingara with its chivalry, Koth that bordered on the pastoral lands of Shem, Stygia with its shadow-guarded tombs, Hyrkania whose riders wore steel and silk and gold. But the proudest kingdom of the world was Aquilonia, reigning supreme in the dreaming west.  Hither came Conan the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet.

My mother is from Zamora.  But she is blonde-ish, and AFAIK there are no towers of spider haunted mystery around...

[The Brain]

Know, O prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars - Nemedia, Ophir, Brythunia, Hyperborea, Zamora with its dark-haired women and towers of spider-haunted mystery, Zingara with its chivalry, Koth that bordered on the pastoral lands of Shem, Stygia with its shadow-guarded tombs, Hyrkania whose riders wore steel and silk and gold. But the proudest kingdom of the world was Aquilonia, reigning supreme in the dreaming west.  Hither came Conan the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet.

My mother is from Zamora.  But she is blonde-ish, and AFAIK there are no towers of spider haunted mystery around...

Public library? Soap store?

[Razgovory]

... this thread took a bit of a turn to the unexpected 

Seems that natural course to me.

[Duque de Bragança]

Know, O prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars - Nemedia, Ophir, Brythunia, Hyperborea, Zamora with its dark-haired women and towers of spider-haunted mystery, Zingara with its chivalry, Koth that bordered on the pastoral lands of Shem, Stygia with its shadow-guarded tombs, Hyrkania whose riders wore steel and silk and gold. But the proudest kingdom of the world was Aquilonia, reigning supreme in the dreaming west.  Hither came Conan the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet.

My mother is from Zamora.  But she is blonde-ish, and AFAIK there are no towers of spider haunted mystery around...

Zamora is on the way to Bragança.

[The Larch]

Know, O prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars - Nemedia, Ophir, Brythunia, Hyperborea, Zamora with its dark-haired women and towers of spider-haunted mystery, Zingara with its chivalry, Koth that bordered on the pastoral lands of Shem, Stygia with its shadow-guarded tombs, Hyrkania whose riders wore steel and silk and gold. But the proudest kingdom of the world was Aquilonia, reigning supreme in the dreaming west.  Hither came Conan the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet.

My mother is from Zamora.  But she is blonde-ish, and AFAIK there are no towers of spider haunted mystery around...

Zamora is on the way to Bragança.

And Zamora also claims Viriato as its local hero. 

[Duque de Bragança]

Know, O prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars - Nemedia, Ophir, Brythunia, Hyperborea, Zamora with its dark-haired women and towers of spider-haunted mystery, Zingara with its chivalry, Koth that bordered on the pastoral lands of Shem, Stygia with its shadow-guarded tombs, Hyrkania whose riders wore steel and silk and gold. But the proudest kingdom of the world was Aquilonia, reigning supreme in the dreaming west.  Hither came Conan the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet.

My mother is from Zamora.  But she is blonde-ish, and AFAIK there are no towers of spider haunted mystery around...

Zamora is on the way to Bragança.

And Zamora also claims Viriato as its local hero. 

Sadly for Zamora, the claim is not recognized beyond city limits, as you say.

[Jacob]

... this thread took a bit of a turn to the unexpected 

Which way did you hope/think it would go?

I can't think of a damn thing to say on topic.

I wasn't complaining

[The Larch]

Know, O prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars - Nemedia, Ophir, Brythunia, Hyperborea, Zamora with its dark-haired women and towers of spider-haunted mystery, Zingara with its chivalry, Koth that bordered on the pastoral lands of Shem, Stygia with its shadow-guarded tombs, Hyrkania whose riders wore steel and silk and gold. But the proudest kingdom of the world was Aquilonia, reigning supreme in the dreaming west.  Hither came Conan the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet.

My mother is from Zamora.  But she is blonde-ish, and AFAIK there are no towers of spider haunted mystery around...

Zamora is on the way to Bragança.

And Zamora also claims Viriato as its local hero. 

Sadly for Zamora, the claim is not recognized beyond city limits, as you say.

Hogwash.