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Wow, never heard of Gnetum until now. Incrediblethat it is in the Gymnosperms while looking so much like an Angiosperm :O
Honestly, he dodged a bullet. Imagine a taxonomist who wants to date another taxonomist. It’s virtually guaranteed that their relationship would be non-stop fighting.
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[Groundskeeper Willie Meme]
Damn taxonomists, they’ve ruined taxonomy! XD
Honestly, I don’t think I could be with anyone who understood a single word of that wiki description.
after i read your comment, i actually asked myself a question: “why tf one would even like taxonomy?”
and i’m still asking
pls someone answer
Get out of my room, Peter Pan.
Poor dude is crying.
He should; hes a fucking idiot.
Because she’s a con[ifers] woman.
Clicked that Wikipedia link and immediately had a stroke
I can’t blame you, it is pretty sexy reading.
Can’t understand or didn’t know about? It’s a very straightforward hypothesis, but implausible to know about.
Let’s go with “can’t understand,” as in, “she gave a satisfactory explanation of the gnepine hypothesis, and he can’t understand it.” Because, as you’ve pointed out, it doesn’t seem that hard, so maybe he should be crying as she leaves
Even better: i am resistible by all. 👌
What about cheese? Can you resist cheese and can cheese resist you?
This whole link is the exact nerd thing I needed to read rn (it’s notable stuff in overall evolution, not just taxonomy), thx.
Bet the sex was as freaky as the molecular biology of plants. Trying to understand how conifers got their freak on over 200 million years ago? Fool’s errand.
“I want to pollinate you and cover you in pine cones,” he whispered and she felt her sap run hot with desire. She shivered from more than the cool spring wind on her bark. His needles moved against hers in the breeze, tickling and prickling her deliciously and she could tell his wood was knotted and hard as his sticky sap dripped from it. She craved to feel him against her, branches and bark and overwhelming passion. And then she felt it, the microspores of his grainy discharge, carrying his potent gametophytes, exploded into her, settling among her needles. Her bark tingled with exquisite, syngamic release as her branches quivered in the cool spring wind and deep inside her ovules she felt his gametes fuse with hers. “Yes,” she whispered in the wind. “Take me! Fertilize me! Give me your nuts!”
“You know I’m your half brother,” he whispered as she shuddered in climax. “I don’t care,” she whispered back. “That makes it hotter.”
What show is this?
That seventies show.
