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» Personal Hygiene

Let's call him Jimmy
Cashell, for that was his name.

Year 10 Mathematics, baking august heat, and windows that wouldn't open. Then the new kid, James Cashell, walks in looking either:

A) Disorientated.
B) Stoned.

And the only empty seat was next to me. He sat down and this nasty, pungent wave of shit and fag smoke hit me. And, judging from my mate's facial expression, it hit him, too.

It honestly made me want to vomit. Then he spoke to me and I just felt even worse. I never spoke to him again, and always, ALWAYS found somewhere to sit without him.

[EDIT]: I also used to live with a Spanish girl. Her name was Maria, and she used to just pile her used sanitary towels/tampons up in the bin in the shared bathroom. Coupled with her putting the heating up to 23 degrees celcius in July, this made for a very unpleasant smell.
(Thu 22nd Mar 2007, 21:37, More)