You know what really burns my biscuits? The blooming of the stinky diaper garbage carcass flower getting the same coverage as a possible international crisis or really the fact that it gets any coverage at all. If I wanted to huff some gag inducing odor, I’d stick my head down in one of the well trafficked litter boxes sitting in my 100 degree garage. The blossoming of some literally shitty flower, hardly deserves a second thought, much less mention in a top of the hour news briefing. Burnt biscuits never killed anyone, but I guess the roses really do smell like poo-poo-oo.