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 Cinema Peado...Years back I took my (much younger) brothers to the cinema to seee 'Casper'. Fuck, it was a a special treat so I paid the extra 50p to sit in the 'better' seats at the back.
Of course the only three seats spare were next to this fat old guy. Even through the dark I could see the stains on his shirt and tie.
My brothers refused to sit next to him and I would have felt guilty if he'd touched them up or showed them his tail.
Anyhoo... We sat down and then I noticed the smell. Then the brother next to me smells it. Then the one sat furthest away smells it. It was fucking evil. Chip grease, sweat, smoke and at least 17 tramps' unwashed foreskins.
It was unbearable and we hadn't even finished the trailers. We didn't think to just leave.
After about 15 minutes of the film, I took action (kind of). I held the end of a Snickers in my mouth for a minute, then proceeded to wipe the melted mess across my top lip and under my nostils.
I may have looked like I'd just rimmed a guy with no arms, but at least the stench was slightly sweeter
The smelly cunt spent the rest of the film farting and dipping into his carrier bags to drink cheap lemonade from a 2 litre bottle and eating unbuttered sliced bread straight from the bag.
I hope he is dead.
(, Fri 23 Mar 2007, 12:32, Reply)
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