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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Sort of on topic..Which has meant most people have skipped straight past this post but hold on..
I have a step uncle. A very cool bloke, but one with the most curious practices. Works as a chef so gets up early in the morning and my room is right next to the toilet so at half four in the morning -every morning without fail- I get woken up without fail by some obsese bastard farting and blowing his nose, sounding like a pride/gaggle/collection/flock of elephants mourning the loss of one of their pride/gaggle/collection/flock in the most greatest acoustically designed cavern for such a cacophony. But anyways.....
He taught me this game (And I feel so sorry for my aunt if he has played this with her) fart underneath the bed silently and then whisper to your partner 'Shit! I hear Burglers! Hide under the blanket, quick!'. And then hold her head underneath the covers to smell the fumes. Which if they have come from an arse similar to his then, well, may Jesus/Allah/Non specific deity save you, cos no one else fucking will.
(, Sat 24 Mar 2007, 0:51, Reply)
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