The last post is the WINNER!

[Dan From Smithville]

Nah.

I went three weeks when Ares was at his worst.

Not fun times.

Or sweet smelling times.

I've noticed that mothers seem to be forced to make the most of intermittent showers. I tried to be helpful and share duty so that everyone got a turn in reasonable time.

 

[John53]

I hadn't until this afternoon realized that the last time I showered was 6 days ago. And that is saying something, since I shower every day. I was occupied with other things.

You won't believe how I lathered up. Would you like me to describe it in detail?

I'll have to pass, I'm busy watching v8 supercars

 

[Dan From Smithville]

Daylight, spent the week without you
But I've been dreamin' 'bout the scrubin' I'll do
I'm over bein' sick 'n the hell it put me through
Hey, man, bet I can wash all night.
I just don't know what I was missin' till tonight
I wanna be washin', from mornin' threw the night.

I hate myself for not scrubin' it's true.

 

[Dan From Smithville]

I'll have to pass, I'm busy watching v8 supercars

I can do cars. Just hose em down. Get them all suddsie. Wash em down with rabbit fur scrubby.

Any of this helping?

I love V8 supercars.

 

[JustGeorge]

I've noticed that mothers seem to be forced to make the most of intermittent showers. I tried to be helpful and share duty so that everyone got a turn in reasonable time.

No shower here, so I just stunk.

Good you helped.

 

[Dan From Smithville]

No shower here, so I just stunk.

Good you helped.

I tried. In the long run, didn't do so well though. These things happen. It could be worse. She mighta decided it was rabbit season.

 

[JustGeorge]

I came across some ducks today and thought of you, @Dan From Smithville .

 

[Dan From Smithville]

No shower here, so I just stunk.

Good you helped.

I'm sort of OCD about hygiene. Mine and others.

 

[John53]

Daylight, spent the week without you
But I've been dreamin' 'bout the scrubin' I'll do
I'm over bein' sick 'n the hell it put me through
Hey, man, bet I can wash all night.
I just don't know what I was missin' till tonight
I wanna be washin', from mornin' threw the night.

I hate myself for not scrubin' it's true.

I'm a scrubber, runner and a breaker too
I live on damper and wallaby stew
I've got a big cattle dog with a staghound cross
And I never saw the scrubber we couldn't toss

 

[Dan From Smithville]

I came across some ducks today and thought of you, @Dan From Smithville .

That's sweet. I don't think of me when I come across them. I just start screaming for the cheese.

 

[Dan From Smithville]

Elmer! Porky! The cheese. Nyuk yuk yuk!

 

[JustGeorge]

I'm sort of OCD about hygiene. Mine and others.

Whoever put me together had the mercy to make me about as non fussy as they come.

If I had even a tiny bit of fussiness, I'd have crumbled into tiny bits a long time ago.

 

[Dan From Smithville]

Whoever put me together had the mercy to make me about as non fussy as they come.

If I had even a tiny bit of fussiness, I'd have crumbled into tiny bits a long time ago.

I'm flexible within reason. But I hate the accumulation of corruption and filth! The vile malignance of the unclean. I'm not a duck.

I have a son and I wonder. Also, it turns out, certain foods and beverages have volatiles that can find their way into sweat glands. Onions seem to do that for me. So, after a few days, I smell like a cheeseburger with onions on top of a locker full of used gym socks.

How's the descriptions working for you? I'm practicing my creative writing. And multitasking.

 

[John53]

I can do cars. Just hose em down. Get them all suddsie. Wash em down with rabbit fur scrubby.

Any of this helping?

I love V8 supercars.

 

[JustGeorge]

I'm flexible within reason. But I hate the accumulation of corruption and filth! I'm not a duck.

I have a son and I wonder. Also, it turns out, certain foods and beverages have volatiles that can find their way into sweat glands. Onions seem to do that for me. So, after a few days, I smell like a cheeseburger with onions on top of a locker full of used gym socks.

How's the descriptions working for you? I'm practicing my creative writing. And multitasking.

I worked for over a decade at a group home.

Most of those years were spent in a home of adult clients who were tube fed and wore diapers.

I have been crapped on by another human being mid air.

There is probably no description you're going to be able to give me that's going to come near the level of 'yuck' I encountered there.

 

[Dan From Smithville]

Whoever put me together had the mercy to make me about as non fussy as they come.

If I had even a tiny bit of fussiness, I'd have crumbled into tiny bits a long time ago.

You may be a stronger person than I am.

 

[Dan From Smithville]

I worked for over a decade at a group home.

Most of those years were spent in a home of adult clients who were tube fed and wore diapers.

I have been crapped on by another human being mid air.

There is probably no description you're going to be able to give me that's going to come near the level of 'yuck' I encountered there.

I worked in a nursing home when I was younger (20/21). But that particular thing never happened to me. Of course, the nurses probably could tell different stories.

I seem fond of telling stories about my mother that would have her spinning in her grave out of the challenge to her dignity.

But I remember riding home with her one afternoon at the end of work. When we both got in the car, she let go and loudly. I exclaimed, " Good grief mom! Can't you do that in the residents rooms like I do?" I didn't, but I could have. She was so embarrassed. Relieved too I would imagine. I miss my mom.

Edit: My mom worked as a nurse and director of education at the facility.

 

[JustGeorge]

I worked in a nursing home when I was younger (20/21). But that particular thing never happened to me. Of course, the nurses probably could tell different stories.

I seem fond of telling stories about my mother that would have her spinning in her grave out of the challenge to her dignity.

But I remember riding home with her one afternoon at the end of work. When we both got in the car, she let go and loudly. I exclaimed, " Good grief mom! Can't you do that in the residents rooms like I do?" I didn't, but I could have. She was so embarrassed. Relieved too I would imagine. I miss my mom.

Edit: My mom worked as a nurse and director of education at the facility.

My mom likes telling the story of when I was young, and she leaned over to fart, and I screamed and ran over to push her back upright, in hopes she couldn't fart.

 

[Dan From Smithville]

Wahoooooo!

Now, I have a reason to play the lottery.

 

[Dan From Smithville]

My mom likes telling the story of when I was young, and she leaned over to fart, and I screamed and ran over to push her back upright, in hopes she couldn't fart.

Kind of interesting some of our favorite memories of mom are some of the most human conditions we all have to deal with.

I remember that I didn't think mine were so funny when I was younger and at school. It was a minister's family that taught they were amusing and not the end of the world.