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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stinking banking beast
my conscience might hurt me for this, but it was bloody funny. where i work, there are two girls called dawn. one is slim, blonde, stunning. she turned up to the christmas do looking like the tiny adorable fairy off the top of the christmas tree in a shimmering pink organza dress.
the other is a bible bashing shower avoiding 300lb salad dodger. she works in accounts, but when i once asked her urgently if a client cheque had cleared so i could draw on it, she replied, "oh. i'm not allowed to talk to the bank anymore." wtf? then why, oh why, are you alive??
anyway, dawn 2 turned up wearing a long black dress, greasy hair stuck to her reeking head, and 50m of pink crackling bacofoil wrapped around her.
by 2am, both of them were hammered. dawn 1 was curled up like a kitten sleeping sweetly at one end of a sofa. dawn 2 was snoring like a herd of wildebeest, head back, legs akimbo, hairy growler on full display in a most unchristian fashion.
the technical term which i used to describe the scene was "shallow hal". unfortunately this has now spread and neither dawn understands why...
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 13:40, Reply)
my conscience might hurt me for this, but it was bloody funny. where i work, there are two girls called dawn. one is slim, blonde, stunning. she turned up to the christmas do looking like the tiny adorable fairy off the top of the christmas tree in a shimmering pink organza dress.
the other is a bible bashing shower avoiding 300lb salad dodger. she works in accounts, but when i once asked her urgently if a client cheque had cleared so i could draw on it, she replied, "oh. i'm not allowed to talk to the bank anymore." wtf? then why, oh why, are you alive??
anyway, dawn 2 turned up wearing a long black dress, greasy hair stuck to her reeking head, and 50m of pink crackling bacofoil wrapped around her.
by 2am, both of them were hammered. dawn 1 was curled up like a kitten sleeping sweetly at one end of a sofa. dawn 2 was snoring like a herd of wildebeest, head back, legs akimbo, hairy growler on full display in a most unchristian fashion.
the technical term which i used to describe the scene was "shallow hal". unfortunately this has now spread and neither dawn understands why...
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 13:40, Reply)
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