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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lip up fatty
I have a real problem with people who are seriously overweight. I'm sorry, it's just how it is. I knew one kid at school who had severe health problems which caused him to be pretty obese which is a very sad story (plus the fact that his parents adopted him just so they could harvest his organs to give to their firstborn) but the rest of the fatties I've known are just whining lard-munchers whose idea of exercise is getting up to answer the door to the pizza delivery bloke.
One such whale was my old team leader by the name of Jo. Snotty cow, very childish, mordibly obese. When you came in the building you'd have to either go up 8 steps or down 8 steps to get the lift up to our floor - she always went down, usually clutching a bacon sandwich. Anyway, had a one-to-one with her in this meeting room the size of a toilet cubicle which had no windows or ventilation and the fat smell was overpowering - just that horrible, sickly sweet sweat smell (alliteration, woo!). Honestly, I was so busy trying to block it out that she could have handed me my P45 right there and I wouldn't have noticed.
Makes me sick just thinking about it to be honest...and I've known some proper smellies.
Sorry if any tubbies are offended by this...but be honest with yourselves, it's pretty much your own fault, isn't it? Why not get a bit of exercise, eat healthier food (and less of it), cut out the booze, see what happens? Who knows, you might even get a bit of sexy time with someone rather than sitting around in front of Battlestar Galactica, stuffing your face with babybels and feeling sorry for yourself.
Smelly fucking fat bastard fucks.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 11:01, Reply)
I have a real problem with people who are seriously overweight. I'm sorry, it's just how it is. I knew one kid at school who had severe health problems which caused him to be pretty obese which is a very sad story (plus the fact that his parents adopted him just so they could harvest his organs to give to their firstborn) but the rest of the fatties I've known are just whining lard-munchers whose idea of exercise is getting up to answer the door to the pizza delivery bloke.
One such whale was my old team leader by the name of Jo. Snotty cow, very childish, mordibly obese. When you came in the building you'd have to either go up 8 steps or down 8 steps to get the lift up to our floor - she always went down, usually clutching a bacon sandwich. Anyway, had a one-to-one with her in this meeting room the size of a toilet cubicle which had no windows or ventilation and the fat smell was overpowering - just that horrible, sickly sweet sweat smell (alliteration, woo!). Honestly, I was so busy trying to block it out that she could have handed me my P45 right there and I wouldn't have noticed.
Makes me sick just thinking about it to be honest...and I've known some proper smellies.
Sorry if any tubbies are offended by this...but be honest with yourselves, it's pretty much your own fault, isn't it? Why not get a bit of exercise, eat healthier food (and less of it), cut out the booze, see what happens? Who knows, you might even get a bit of sexy time with someone rather than sitting around in front of Battlestar Galactica, stuffing your face with babybels and feeling sorry for yourself.
Smelly fucking fat bastard fucks.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 11:01, Reply)
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