I had a friend that had a golden retriever that liked to eat feces. We took the dog for a walk once through a neighborhood that was still under construction, and apparently, the construction workers would frequently take a dump in the woods near the sites. When we got back to my friend's house, we were standing there in his hallway talking as I prepared to leave, when I heard a splashing noise behind me. I turned around to see a brown liquid pool next to the dog, and as the smell hit me I said, "Oh, dude, I think your dog shit on your floor." He sighed and replied, "Nope, that's vomit." His dog had eaten a bunch of the construction worker's shit on the walk and then puked it up on my friend's floor. I said, "Good luck with that," and I was out the door.
Vomited feces. Worst. Smell. Ever.
Vomited feces. Worst. Smell. Ever.
Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cozy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigor, and the great spaces have a splendor of their own - Bertrand Russell
