Bogs

Does anyone here know a lot about bogs?
What makes them so treacherous? Why is it so difficult to get out once a part of your body got sucked in? I searched everywhere, but couldn’t find any information.(I’ve found out about quicksands, though;)) Anyway, I hope someone can explain.

havn’t you heard of the bog men…they live in the bogs and grab people unaware!

Probably the creepy echoing animal noises, the thick fog, the scary trees with moss hanging off them…everything about a bog screams SCARINESS!!

You can grow cranberries in bogs… I got caught in some muddy quick-sand once but my freinds got me out…

Dude. One time a was throwing tomahawks at some stumps with my friend, and he threw one over the stump into this bog. He walked over to get it, AND THE BOG MONSTER ATE HIM!!! :astonished:

Who is A?

You know him? He’s a very good freind of mine! We go way back… Sounds like he’s up to his regular tricks the little fella! You’ll have to excuse him, He means no harm. He’s really very freindly and kind. He just will have his joke once in a while. Oh, by the way, his name is Patrick, not THE BOG MONTSTER.

this is hilerious cause down here in aus the word bog is used to decribe a huge crap that blocks the toilet

Thanks, guys! Now I understand. :roll_eyes:

And in the UK it is a slang term for the toilet itself. So if you hear someone say “I am just going to the bog”, he may well have an unexpected reason on his return for his wet feet.

Nao

lolz, this guy at school used to call me “'bog trog” non stop. make of that what you will…

from Ananova News

We have a big Tassie (i presume it may be elswere) thing about AGB’s which of course is an acronym for after grog bog. i have never really cottoned on to the term thought. Also i used to live next to a bog on a road near a park, the bog was home to what we as children called flippybums. before the bog there was a river which i used to fish in with my father and he would forever yell at me for walking with my fishing rod tip at eye level. One time we saw a man catch a duck one a fishing rod right near the bog starting bit. But never did i meet a person called a.

This is my bog story: