you forgot armpits

Frenchie's feet. Nothing ever came close. She came over to my house one day and we hung out in my room for the evening. Her feet stank so bad, it was an effluvium assault every time I walked into my bedroom days after she left. My bedroom was carpeted so the stench stuck to it and lingered for a while no matter what I did to get rid of it.
I think Jenny has a similar story.

I'm sorry to bring her up under a negative light. Apart from that "incident", she was very nice and we did have a lovely time hanging out. But since you asked, there you go.

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Couple of guys I went to high school with were sharing this single-wide beat the fuck up trailer when I moved back from college. I'd shack up there for days on end so we could LAN PC games and take bong rips, etc. Well, the kitchen sink was in a bad way, like the rest of that matchbox trailer. It had a slow leak underneath where the pipes joined the base. Being lazy pot heads, it was fixed by the boys with some expanding spray foam. Anything that got past the foam went into a dutch oven style pan at the base of the sink in the cabinet enclosure. Now, if you think they were going to empty that shiat, guess again. It was up to ole Zoso and his OCD shit's-gotta-be-clean tendencies to empty that pan. O.M.F.G. I don't know what all lived as a scum skim on the top of that water, but the fuckin' CDC could have quarantined it and studied it.

Runners up: friend in college left some Mexican food in the way, way back of teh fridge. It got hidden/covered up and became this ghost smell that was everywhere BUT the fuckin' fridge. We found it, wrapped in foil, over a month later. Same friend didn't like doing dishes, so he would pile weeks' worth in the sink. Sink got clogged...water turned black...holy Hey-sus Chrees-to!

Oh man i just remembered the boys highschool gymnasium lockeroom, holy shit.

one of those grease dumpsters with the lid left open in 90 degree heat

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Originally posted by meriter one of those grease dumpsters with the lid left open in 90 degree heat

Ugh, I imagine that is pretty bad. We left some raw chicken scraps in some grocery sacks once, which then sat in the larger trash bin for collection. It was a week later when it was time to roll that sucker to the curb. It was also August. As soon as I rolled the bin, it disturbed 'the odor'. That was pretty sickening.

Rotting wounds. Necrotic bowels. Impending death.



I win.

And yeah Frenchie's feet smelled pretty fuckin bad. Definitely not your regular foot door. Ughh.

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Originally posted by Silky Johnson Rotting wounds. Necrotic bowels. Impending death. I win.

Damnit, nurses should be disqualified! I got to hear a "30 minute digital rectal stimulation" story from the wife this week.

And it did not involve me OR the pool boy.