Sunday, August 08, 2010


So, plant genitalia. What can I say about them that hasn’t already been said. A rose by any other name would be testicles. Gives new meaning to what you’re supposed to stop and smell every once and a while.

But still, they’re pretty and everyone loves them. Simona and I went to the downtown flower district on Wall between 7th and 8th early one Saturday, it’s one of the few parts of the city that actually smells nice and not like urine.

What did the pistil of the daisy say to the petal when it was about to fall off?

"Stay, man!"
A good stamen joke is hard to come by. Thanks Gorgeous.