Uranus Smells Like Rotten Eggs
https://www.space.com/40374-uranus-clouds-smell-rotten-eggs.html
So it's true everybody, Uranus STINKS! On the bright side, It's only been probed once.
There's a lot of really smelly stuff wafting around Uranus.
The clouds in Uranus' upper atmosphere are composed largely of hydrogen sulfide, the molecule that makes rotten eggs so stinky, a new study suggests.
"If an unfortunate human were ever to descend through Uranus' clouds, they would be met with very unpleasant and odiferous conditions," study lead author Patrick Irwin, of Oxford University in England, said in a statement.
But that wayward pioneer would have bigger problems, he added: "Suffocation and exposure in the negative 200 degrees Celsius [minus 328 degrees Fahrenheit] atmosphere, made of mostly hydrogen, helium, and methane, would take its toll long before the smell."
Researchers have long wondered about the composition of the clouds high up in Uranus' sky — specifically, whether they're dominated by ammonia ice, as at Jupiter and Saturn, or by hydrogen sulfide ice. The answer has proved elusive, because it's tough to make observations with the required detail on distant Uranus . (Not only are Jupiter and Saturn closer to Earth, they have also hosted dedicated orbiter missions. Uranus has been visited just once — a brief flyby by NASA's Voyager 2 probe in January 1986.)
It was the cheese and cabbage dip.
The last time I was out there in Delta Flyer to visit the underground grotto and spa, it smelled like a mix of spoiled onions and potatoes.
Pickled eggs and Strohs beer ..... no one gets out alive after that!
I'll have to post my pickled eggs recipe. Habanero, lemon and ginger.
Ouch ..... please do.
That's hilarious!!
You know urine trouble when Uranus smells like rotten eggs.
A flush of courtesy is observed most in the lavatory. - Elbert Heinystein
If it's yellow, let it mellow
If it's brown, flush it down
- Unkown
Mom? Is that you?
Don't eat yellow snow.
There's an American Indian saying meaning 'good fortune to you': When the wind blows your way, may your cat be downwind.
My newish boyfriend is so sweet and romantic. He told me "I'll give you the moon and the stars; it's my hope you'll give me Uranus." Awww....
**Blushes**
I remember when he said, "You're number one, I'm number two." That's the shit right there!
Omigawd ... I forgot about that for a minute! That was one of the funniest things ever. Thanks for reminding me.
A rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet. Uranus, by any other name, would still smell of rotten eggs... Something is rotten in the state of Uranus... And what a state it's in...
Flatulants: Those people who do not believe the world is round and that it really is a gas giant.
I dare anyone anywhere at any time to order a case of Preparation H from Amazon and use Harry Buddich as your name.
I prefer Ford vehicles, specifically the Ford Taurus and when i buy a Taurus i usually buy it from the Pinkly dealership.
Yep .... love those Pinkly Taurus's
A bridge too fartist.
That's funny enough as it is, but it's so close to your peter! You know, Peter Griffith. It's looks like your Peter said that! Omigawwwwd ... this is all so immature of youse guys!
Dear Friend Cobaltblue: My avatar is of the Emeritus Professor of Religious Studies at NY Youse, Moses Griffin, D.D.
Smiles.
Enoch.
You've been a source of many of my smiles, Enoch. Especially during our long romantic walks. I've loved your patience and wisdom. And wit. Mostly your wit. Yeah. A lot of your wit, I love.
[Stalking is when two people go for a long romantic walk, but only one of them knows about it. It's not like I break into your house or anything. By the way, you're low on milk.]
My anus smells like roses. Uranus smells rotten.
Which brings to mind the old classic:
Q: Why is taking a poop like Star Trek?
A: Because both circle round Uranus and wipe out Klingons.
Omigosh ... funny that. I fluff (girls fluff, boys fart) and inevitably someone walks down the hall asking out loud: "Who got the roses??"
All women's fluffs smell of roses, warm breezes from the south and lilac water.
It is known.
And heretofore we acknowledge it is written in the glitter left over from each and every fluff from this point forward. Ramen.
Okay, just so's you'll know ... I'm gonna be laughing really hard at this during my commute home. Just when I think it's safe to let my mind wander as traffic builds around me, I'll think of this, and you, and laugh my pert, taut ass off!
Ramen.
Just be wary of large fluffs in tight spaces. Despite their aromatic positives, there could be danger involved.
... and fluff...
Fluffing naked creates beautiful rainbows. Unicorns do it and make edible ones.
I call it "vaping".
Carlos Danger! Even his dog can't be trusted .
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Color me disappointed. With a hint of disgruntled. Now that I think about it, if we're not disgruntled, are we gruntled? Points to ponder.
Oooh ... my newish honey has made me laugh so hard, I fluffed. Which made me laugh harder and each "ha" had a corresponding fluff. A cacophony of dulcet tones ensued. I worried, of course, because we all know that a fart is merely a pooh honking for right-of-way.