I just realized the headlines has the word “backhoe” in it, and I didn’t work it into my joke and now I feel ashamed…
Meh. That pollen count still fits on the scale. The counts around my place sometimes top it by double or triple.
I’m sure that could be a money-making spa treatment in some weirdo foreign culture - like, say, Beverly Hills.
“The tree can’t deny you his essence…stay young and fertile forever.”
This. We’ve got two large pines in the backyard, and when they start to bloom, the dust on your car isn’t dust. It’s pollen.
Buuuutttt… it does make me remember a cool science experiment involving pollen (which apparently has a crazy high surface area to volume ratio) in which pollen sitting on a shelf in a coffee can, with a lid on, is blown via tube over a lit candle. BOOM! Maybe I’ll brush some off the car this summer and amuse the GirlChild.
I like how he retreats before the pollen hits him.
Heavy plant tickles heavy plant.
" I will keep the color in your eyes when no other in the world remembers your name."
Go outside, they said.
I’ll be fun, they said.
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