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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Dirty bastard lodgerA good mate of mine a few years ago was down on his luck and had nowhere to go after finishing with his missus at the time, so being the good hearted people we are offered him a bed to crash at for a few weeks.
A few weeks turned into a few months. In all this time he never once washed any of his clothes (he only had a black bag of them so they were worn quite frequently), never thought about washing the bedding (we threw it away after he left), would leave the house for work literally 5 minutes after waking up in the morning (without washing, cleaning his teeth or anything) and didn't do one jot of housework in all the time he was there.
The warning signs should have been there before he moved in - I remember him once telling me that he used to eat raw garlic as the girls loved the smell on him.
The crunch time came for kicking him out when we found he'd had his girlfriend over and they'd used our bed. Not discovered by any used condoms lurking by, but buried underneath my pillow was a cum-encrusted unwashed for months sock.
Managed to stop gagging enough to give him 10 minutes to get his stuff and get the fuck out. There were lots of other issues as well but this was the icing on the cake.
Unsuprisingly, we are no longer in contact with each other. Fat, smelly, lazy, stinking dirty bastard that is called Greg.
(, Thu 22 Mar 2007, 14:37, Reply)
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