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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Paul the Loose BowelledAhh, Paul the Loose Bowelled; the shitting stories are endless. There's the time he shat himself in Greenwich park in broad day light after a simple afternoon's drinking. There's the time he didn't quite making it back to his flat in time and shat himself in the street whilst wearing shorts. Again, in broad daylight. There's the time he stepped into the kitchen freshly showered with n'er but a towel round his waist, farted and followed through all over the floor. There's even the time he shat the bed with his girlfriend in it. But my personal favourite is when he bowed out early on an evening's session due to being paralytic. When we got back to his flat we found him passed out on the floor, jeans and underwear round his ankles and a skid mark two feet long on the carpet. Whether the skiddy was created in the confusion of the initial drunken rush to the bog or when staggering back and passing out on the return journey has never been firmly established.
A truely skanky individual. And that's without discussing the STDs
(, Wed 28 Mar 2007, 16:53, Reply)
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