Perhaps a series of increasingly disgusted facial reactions to the scent.
We were just saying that the gently waving greenery was all very nice, but our webcam-viewing day would be made by someone innocently wandering by, and then running offscreen to hurl.
Pretty sure they invented one of those on Futurama last week.
There are female ginko trees on my block. I need no stink-o-cam.
There are female ginko trees on my block.
Oh man! When I lived in DC, there lined my street and pretty much my entire walk to school. I can remember not really knowing about them until I stepped on a piece of the fruit. When I got to class, I smelled so bad I had to leave after 10 minutes.
We called them Stinky Fruit Trees until we learned what they were. Ugh.
When I lived in Malaysia, there was a shop selling durian fruit a street over. Speaking of stinky fruit trees.
Also, that Nadal kid has pretty arms.
It was an exciting match. My kids are convinced I watch all sporting events for the arms (and legs). I'm not convinced they're wrong. Tomorrow night the Heat, Alonzo, mmmm.
Durian fruit tastes good, though, doesn't it? (I've never had it.)
When I lived in Malaysia, there was a shop selling durian fruit a street over. Speaking of stinky fruit trees.
Ooo! Vomit custard fruit!
My stomach is curdling at the very thought.
I'm just thankful that all the greenery around my complex wards off the delightful
eau de drogué vomissant sur le trottoir
from the rehab center next door.
On that happy note, must get cleaned up so I can go out for a bacon, avocado, and tomato sandwich.
Durian fruit tastes good, though, doesn't it?
It tastes like custard with vomit extract.
It may be better if it's fresher, or if one has a less sensitive nose than I have, but I've heard mixed reports. It is, however, the worst thing I ever put in my mouth.