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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In response to "Where did he touch you" previously, mingers at college
First I suppose is me. The college I am incarcerated in is boarding. Therefore we have kitchens, with fridges, for our own food. Usually, we are pretty honest, but occasionally some arse nicks food. On one occasion, they nicked my highly labelled milk. Now, I like tea a lot, and no milk makes me very cross. So to get this twat back, I bought some more milk and labelled it. Used half, then cracked one off in it. Next day, find someone has drunk the lot. Emailed round college pointing this out. The theiving stopped.
Other mingers: Dan, who cut open his hand. Couldn't get it wet. Didn't wash for weeks.
Mike, who went crazy and did similar. Was also a fat bastard, so it was worse.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 17:27, Reply)
First I suppose is me. The college I am incarcerated in is boarding. Therefore we have kitchens, with fridges, for our own food. Usually, we are pretty honest, but occasionally some arse nicks food. On one occasion, they nicked my highly labelled milk. Now, I like tea a lot, and no milk makes me very cross. So to get this twat back, I bought some more milk and labelled it. Used half, then cracked one off in it. Next day, find someone has drunk the lot. Emailed round college pointing this out. The theiving stopped.
Other mingers: Dan, who cut open his hand. Couldn't get it wet. Didn't wash for weeks.
Mike, who went crazy and did similar. Was also a fat bastard, so it was worse.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 17:27, Reply)
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