Personal Hygiene
There comes a point at which your hygiene becomes less your problem and more everyone else's:
My old school nurse never seemed to wash - instead she wrapped herself in crepe bandages from the first aid kits. The smell was beyond pungent. If you got ill at school, it was better to suffer than try and explain symptoms whilst only breathing out.
When she was eventually 'let go',they had to strip the wallpaper in her office to get rid of the lingering odour.
How scuzzy have you got? Or, failing that, how bad have people you know got?
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
There comes a point at which your hygiene becomes less your problem and more everyone else's:
My old school nurse never seemed to wash - instead she wrapped herself in crepe bandages from the first aid kits. The smell was beyond pungent. If you got ill at school, it was better to suffer than try and explain symptoms whilst only breathing out.
When she was eventually 'let go',they had to strip the wallpaper in her office to get rid of the lingering odour.
How scuzzy have you got? Or, failing that, how bad have people you know got?
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
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Shreaded Poo Pants
I once shared a flat with 3 men, with me being the only girl, I ended up buying all of the bog roll for the 4 of us. Needless to say, after a while I got pretty fed up with providing shit tickets for the flat and, ensuring I had my own secret supply, stopped putting it in the bathroom.
Desperate times had obviously called for desperate measures as I returned home from work one day to find a poor plumber digging pieces of poo-covered, ground up boxer shorts from our toilet.
Dirty B*stards.
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 13:47, Reply)
I once shared a flat with 3 men, with me being the only girl, I ended up buying all of the bog roll for the 4 of us. Needless to say, after a while I got pretty fed up with providing shit tickets for the flat and, ensuring I had my own secret supply, stopped putting it in the bathroom.
Desperate times had obviously called for desperate measures as I returned home from work one day to find a poor plumber digging pieces of poo-covered, ground up boxer shorts from our toilet.
Dirty B*stards.
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 13:47, Reply)
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