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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Speaking of Toilets...
I was in Bar 1001 in Brick Lane a few months ago when I went to the toilet to find that, not only had the urinal (one of those metal trough type ones) been blocked somehow but that some twat had, I don't know, sat in it or something so that it was all bent out of shape. This meant that piss would miss the plug entirely and simply spill out onto the floor. Aside from the terrible stench it wasn't too much of a problem as there were a few, unoccupied loos next to it that were pretty clean so I relieved myself without too much fuss (having to hold my trousers up so that no piss based osmosis occured was probably the worst of it).
It was upon leaving said cubicle that I saw three guys just stood up against the broken metal, filthy, floor covered in an inch of piss urinal happily peeing away without a care in the world. One was even standing at the point where the overflow was so his shoes got a nice golden shower.
The scary thing was that they didn't even seem that pissed...
eep.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 14:42, Reply)
I was in Bar 1001 in Brick Lane a few months ago when I went to the toilet to find that, not only had the urinal (one of those metal trough type ones) been blocked somehow but that some twat had, I don't know, sat in it or something so that it was all bent out of shape. This meant that piss would miss the plug entirely and simply spill out onto the floor. Aside from the terrible stench it wasn't too much of a problem as there were a few, unoccupied loos next to it that were pretty clean so I relieved myself without too much fuss (having to hold my trousers up so that no piss based osmosis occured was probably the worst of it).
It was upon leaving said cubicle that I saw three guys just stood up against the broken metal, filthy, floor covered in an inch of piss urinal happily peeing away without a care in the world. One was even standing at the point where the overflow was so his shoes got a nice golden shower.
The scary thing was that they didn't even seem that pissed...
eep.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 14:42, Reply)
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