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badabing wrote:Smelly people. Ok, I know it`s hot and if you are doing some physical work then you may sweat a bit, that`s fine, nothing wrong with a bit of honest sweat.. But some people out there, you just know its yesterdays sweat. Which means you haven`t bothered to wash, or change your shirt, or probably a combo of both.
You get down wind of these people and it`s enough to make your eyes water. Have some personal pride, buy some soap and deodorant, and don`t go out in public smelling like Satans crease.
Trouble is badabing, some of them don't even realise.
The lovely Ms. Eggs is a health care assistant at Epsom hospital and some of the patients she has to deal with do suffer from mental and social problems and are therefore incapable of looking after themselves when it comes to such things as personal hygiene.
Mind you, you're right. There are still plenty of capable smelly f**kers out there!
Although you do get to see saucy young madams like Camila Giorgi wearing very little and sweating a lot!
Much preferable to watching tarts like Neymar rolling about.
When I was in college I had an evening job working in a Laundry that supplies sheets and towels for hotels, so it was all big industrial cleaners, driers and ironing presses, during the summer months it was unbearably hot, and I was on one machine, next to a BIG lady, who had a fan directly in front of her, she stank like rotting road kill on a hot day, and I had to work the entire shift with her stench being wafted in my face, 6 weeks I lasted.
I honestly don't think my nostrils ever recovered.
Taking over 3 hours to get home, a journey that normally takes an hour at most. First the QE2 Bridge was shut, so diverted to the Blackwall, only for that to be shut to when I got within about 400 yards of it. Finally escaped the jam and went through the Rotherhithe tunnel
Over friendly, upselling staff in coffee shops. Yes, I am fine today, but no I am not 'your lovely', no I don't want to pay 20p more for the Colombian blend regardless of the fact we are playing Colombia tonight, no I don't want any pastries with that. Maybe the queue wouldn't be so ****ing long if you just took people's orders and cut the b*llocks.
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somerset-hammer wrote:When I was in college I had an evening job working in a Laundry that supplies sheets and towels for hotels, so it was all big industrial cleaners, driers and ironing presses, during the summer months it was unbearably hot, and I was on one machine, next to a BIG lady, who had a fan directly in front of her, she stank like rotting road kill on a hot day, and I had to work the entire shift with her stench being wafted in my face, 6 weeks I lasted.
I honestly don't think my nostrils ever recovered.
Some men would like that.
I used to know someone who liked his girlfriend to wear knickers made of synthetic material in hot weather.
the celestial insect wrote:Some men would like that.
I used to know someone who liked his girlfriend to wear knickers made of synthetic material in hot weather.
Ha, this must be killing the rotund one, no doubt if by some miracle we actually win the ****ing thing, he will claim that we would have won it with him in charge as well
Drivers of certain German cars who cannot admit when they have ****ed up and instead lean out the window swearing.
This morning a line of cars are behind some parked cars waiting for the other way to be clear. The guy at the front decides sod it and pulls out. The car already coming through has to slam on the breaks and the bell end squeezes through that narrowest of gaps shouting profanities at the woman that had to slam on the anchors.
An ambulance is racing down the road so the traffic pulls to one side except for a twat in a BMW who races around them, swearing, before entering the Tesco car park at 40 mph.
People who openly boast about how fast they drive, how much they break the speed limit, and how they're still perfectly able to drive after smoking loads of weed. It's as if it's never occurred to them that their behaviour is grossly antisocial and that they may be talking to someone whose life has been altered by any of those things.
Overheard some of the young salestwats in the kitchen earlier, roaring with laughter as they discussed their drive into the office this morning after last night's skinful, bragging how they were all still well over the limit.