āIn approximately 2-3 weeksā¦youāll smell like nothingā
My guy that is your entire olfactory nerve being burned to a crisp
I worked with a guy who thought like this back in the 90s . He stank of Death.
I worked with a dude who used crystals instead of deodorant. He was a very talented musician so he was still always hanging with a beautiful woman. I loved his music but I couldnāt stand to be around him.
He had the personality of a dude who uses crystals for deo too.
So when you say āused crystalsā, what did he physically do with them to āuseā them?
Spraying cologne on the armpits actually increases the intensity of body odor to an extreme. Do not do this
I donāt know why, but this reminded me of one of the absolute worst moments of my life.
I was bullied as a kid, and when middle school hit I wasnāt keen on dressing out for gym in front of those bullies. My gym teacher was probably the biggest dick on planet earth and every three days heād suspend me for three days for not dressing out. I was suspended for most of 6th grade.
My mom had had enough and threatened me, āI swear to you, if you get suspended one more time over a zero in gym class I will throw your Nintendo 64 in the creek. I mean it!ā
Guess what my dumb ass did? I left my gym clothes at home. I was fucking desperate and I went around begging everyone I knew, ācan I please borrow your gym clothes?ā I finally managed to trade a copy of Donkey Kong Country and 10 dollars for a copy of Extreme G and as a bonus I could borrow dudeās gym clothes.
He handed them to me in a plastic grocery bag and I raced off to gym class. That big, tall, bald bastard of a gym teacher said, āI guess itās time for your suspension, eh Grassman?ā āNo sir, Iām dressing out!ā(He called me Grassman because I forgot my flag football things and used big giant blades of grass).
I ran back to the boys locker room and slid those clothes from the bag. Oh. My. God!
The smell of axe body spray, ass, and armpits hit me like a ton of bricks. I powered through it, put on the nasty ass shirt, and vomited in my mouth. I just couldnāt bring myself to put the shorts on. I was nearly in tears because I knew I was doomed. I put my clothes back on and I could still smell it on me. I walked out and tried to explain it to the asshole. Nope. Suspended.
I really did think my mom was going to throw my N64 in the creek. She didnāt, thank goodness. Instead she got really pissed and called the school. When I got back I was called to the office and the principal asked me to explain why I had been suspended so many times. He then called Mr. Bald asshole into the office and let him have it for suspending me so many times over not dressing out. āYou are denying this young man an education entirely because of gym?ā Iād love to have been a fly on the wall after he sent me to class.
I happily took my zeros after that and slept on the bleachers. 1st period was my nap period.
I will never forget that smell though. I can still smell it, seriously. It hit me so hard that 28 years later, I can still smell it. Gah.
Oh man thats rough, Iām sorry you had to go through that. Speaking of smells you canāt forget though, I have my own experience. Sorta, for me it was also a taste.
When I was in highschool a buddy of mine and I broke into an abandoned pool house. It was winter and about 3 am, there was a deep fog thick enough that we couldnāt see eachother 10 feet apart. The pool house was surrounded by a chain link fence that had an opaque blue fabric over it so you couldnāt see inside and the gate was locked with a thick padlock. We came back with bolt cutters and cut our way in instead of jumping the fence because I guess we thought itād be cooler? Idk. Anyway we got inside through a small slat window only about a foot in height and about 10 ft off the ground. We dicked around, exploded a toilet, broke a mirror, you know how it be. Anyway eventually we found a fire extinguisher and at this point I should make it clear that this was a poolhouse that closed down in my early childhood. Itād been shut for a long ass time. So this fire extinguisher was atleast ten years expired. So obviously we used the fire extinguisher. The powder that came out was yellow and filled the room. It smelt of sulphur, chlorine, and rot. It tasted like burnt rubber. I fled the room as quickly as a possibly could coughing and retching but I could not get that taste out of my mouth nor the smell out of my noise. It made my head hurt just from the sensory overload. It took about a week for me to stop smelling it.
Anyway we also put this lifeguard chair in a tree. The camera doesnāt fully capture the fog though
Man I miss being young. Even with the horrible taste of expired fire extinguisher Iād bet this is a favorite memory. :)
Itās a metaphor for the diabolical nonsense people constantly post on 4chan. Anon is either deluded (less likely) or attempting to lure others into unhealthy lifestyle decisions for fun. The main character is a robot, a la r9k, and the only ones cheering are other odd misfits. The women are, on the other hand, human shaped, once again reinforcing the gulf in humanity between the members of the board and those outside of it. Much of 4chan is poopie rapie.
With that said, yes, absolutely, I agree
It is 9 in the morning for me, but I already feel like I have seen enough internet for today.
