Personal HygieneThere 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?
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chthonic, Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
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Glaswegian SquaddieMy local after hours underage drinking a trysting fleapit nestles in the high street of a well known army town.
As a result, the club would be full of teenage squaddies but things turned grim when the Scots Guards were posted to the town.
I was trying to gingerly step over the inch deep puddle of piss between the urinals and the sinks when I was greeted with the phrase:
"Aagh muhn, ah jus' shatmeeshelf"
Yep, a cannon fodder neanderthal had indeed soiled his pants. But instead of quietly going off and committing suicide in shame, he turned round and bent over to show his shit-riddled keks.
Half hour later he was seen drunkenly gyrating with a local lass on the dancefloor to "I will always love you", her hands foolishly groping his buttocks as he no doubt attempted to woo her with tender whispers of romantic poetry in her ear.
(, Thu 22 Mar 2007, 14:21, Reply)
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