I shared a berthing compartment with about 100 guys. After a week or so at sea this new guy named Perrault (why I remember his name after nearly 40 years will become evident) became increasingly malodorous. I mean, when he entered the compartment his aroma wafted into the confined space and took-up residence like something from "Ghost-Busters." Guys started muttering one night that Perrault needed a shower ... Perrault didn't listen. The next day people gently offered, "You f**king stink you dirtball, take a shower!" And some were even more direct. That night after lights out, without a plan and without warning, about 10 guys snatched him out of his rack and passed him through about 30 guys whole pummeled him on his direct route to the head where another 10-15 guys stuck him under the fire main (seawater, North Atlantic) and gave him a scrub-down with bristle brushes and deck detergent. After that was over (4-5 mins, max), somebody handed him a towel and said he could expect a shower every night.

Perrault, having seen the light, voluntarily took a shower every night.

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Dad has a name for that sort of activity...can't remember what it is.

OP -

"now just remember its yellow to the front and brown to the back"

My God! I've been away for a few days and am wondering how THIS thread came up. It sounds like a sarcastic response to something else.

I'll do you one better. I quit wearing underwear. Ha, ha! Actually, I knew a homeless woman in the area who claimed to never change her underwear. She just replaced it whenever the old ones rotted and disintegrated. Niiiice!

BTW, I like your new avatar, Randy. Those bouncing boobs are a winner everytime.

I was layin' it on a little thick.:rolleyes: Animated or not, those are nice aren't they?

We knew a woman much as you describe. Not homeless but a cook for one of the families in the neighborhood,would sit out on the backporch eating fruit salad for lunch with her legs spread apart and us kids couldn't help noticing the lack of an inner covering.

One of my older friends,Biggie was his name, asked her why she did not wear drawers and she said something like"keeps the flies away when I'se eating fruit".

:stunned: :pukeface: :puke:

Carleton, that reminds me of the blind mind, who while walking down the street one day, passed the fish monger's cart. He promptly tipped his hat, nodded, and said, "Mornin', ladies!"

It comes up every once in a while - we as a culture are offended by any kind of natural body smells. Hence perfumes and other cosmetics are multi-billion dollar industries. There are extremes of course. We all have known a Perrault, there are also folks who wash their hands with 'sanitizer' 10 times a day. Just keep in mind your own smells might seem A-OK to you, but not to your office mates!

ever seen crotch rot? I have, photographed it, not pretty...Remember what your mom said before you went out the door everyday? :Hey you better have on clean drawyers."

Call me crazy, but I prefer a nice cologne to "Eau d'Rotten Crotch.

Well, I prefer the natural,fresh sweetly musky odor of Woman's natural pheromones,the pungent,arousing aroma of a newly opened blossom.

Carleton, the operative word in your reply is "fresh." I'm with you on that, buddy. Jes' don't want anything stale or rottem! :D

Yes Sir,
Dumped a great looking,smart art history major{as if THAT should have warned me}when I was in the City on account of she seldom washed down there.

with a case of mud butt your going to want to change them