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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Mmmmm, Crusty ballsI remember when I was about fourteen and my personal hygene was somewhat clouded by the effects of alcohol. Young, suave, good lookin', that was me.
Anyway, I partook in a rather sordid act with a local young lady of this parish. A few hours later, the crown jewels began to itch a bit but being the trooper I am I just scratched my arse, belched and thought nothing of it and as is usual during the post-coital route for the male of the species I rolled over and went to sleep (after farting loudly and making the customary joke about it being the dog).
In the morning my poor scrotum was welded into a solid crusty lump.
I never did work out what the hell happened but I spent the next two weeks picking crusty flakes off until the old boy was back to his normal self.
At least 10 hail Mary's for that one.
(, Wed 28 Mar 2007, 19:42, Reply)
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