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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Bum Sweat
I work in a panel walled factory unit, at roof level just under the clear roof windows, and prior to us getting air conditioning in, it got fairly warm in summer - it didn't help that we had film and printing plate processors with inline heaters on, running all day. (110+ degrees fairly regularly).
As you can imagine we sweated like a fat lass in a rubber dress. Several of us were so bad we got chafing where our sweaty buttocks rubbed together. (Not together in a gay orgy way, individually in our own boxers).
I used to come home, go straight to the bedroom, throw all my clothes in a heap on the bed and have a long cool shower before throwing everything in the wash.
However, one day i didn't grab my boxers, and that night stumbled to bed in the dark, lay down and put my face straight into a pair of my own bumsweat stained pants.
Funnily enough though, once the initial retching had subsided, the smell was quite addictive - a bit like when you sniff your own toe jam.
I can understand why dogs sniff each others bottoms.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 6:46, Reply)
I work in a panel walled factory unit, at roof level just under the clear roof windows, and prior to us getting air conditioning in, it got fairly warm in summer - it didn't help that we had film and printing plate processors with inline heaters on, running all day. (110+ degrees fairly regularly).
As you can imagine we sweated like a fat lass in a rubber dress. Several of us were so bad we got chafing where our sweaty buttocks rubbed together. (Not together in a gay orgy way, individually in our own boxers).
I used to come home, go straight to the bedroom, throw all my clothes in a heap on the bed and have a long cool shower before throwing everything in the wash.
However, one day i didn't grab my boxers, and that night stumbled to bed in the dark, lay down and put my face straight into a pair of my own bumsweat stained pants.
Funnily enough though, once the initial retching had subsided, the smell was quite addictive - a bit like when you sniff your own toe jam.
I can understand why dogs sniff each others bottoms.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 6:46, Reply)
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