go for it, jack!

i love trees. i'm a little obsessed actually. but there is one tree that i wish had never left korea and come to america.

the bradford pear.

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it's pretty, yes. it has pretty flowers and pretty shape, and from far away, it is the epitome of spring time prettiness.

but then you get close to it, and you wish you could cut every single flower into tiny little pieces while wearing a gas mask. why? because this tree stinks.

it smells like yeast and vomit and everything you hate in life all rolled into one, blowing in the breeze. looking at it, you'd think it had the hint of vanilla. or something pretty like that. but it doesn't. not by a long shot.

not to mention the fact that these are the pansiest trees in existence. any light zephyr and they break in half and just lie there like somebody committed a horrible tree homicide. it looks like jack the ripper went on a tree rampage. and you know what? i wouldn't blame him if he did. those trees deserve it.