a story of nastiness and excess.
Jan. 31st, 2005 12:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sereneorangeI have written about my building smelling like poo. There is also the issue of the guy sitting next to me having to switch to a seat near me because the large woman he was sat nest to, stinks. He bought an air freshener with a fan, but her stench coupled with the stink of the building was too much for him. He now sits near me and we have dueling air freshener fans.
The woman is especially delightful because of the tattoo she has on her upper arm. Did I mention she is big? Her upper arm is about the size of a regular woman’s thigh. Anything tattooed on that area would be fairly noticeable. She was sans sleeves at work one day and a co-worker walked by and read that the tattoo says, “Pussy Killer”
That bears repeating. She was sans sleeves at work one day and a co-worker walked by and read that the tattoo says, “Pussy Killer” Just oh my god. How do you go home and tell your mother that you decided to have “Pussy Killer” forever inked into your body?
That is not part of today’s story, but amusing nonetheless.
I went to the bathroom and the first stall had a shit smear on the seat near the front. I though, “Oh my god! There is some woman walking around the office with shit smeared on her thigh or ass.” That would explain the smell in the building, wouldn’t it?
The next three stalls were various stages of nasty as well. I never had this problem in my old building. These are some nasty, nasty women.
My friend and I were leaving that evening and we were walking behind “Pussy Killer” to the elevators. As she was getting on, she was addressing someone already on the elevator. We follow her on and notice that the woman on the elevator was fairly thick herself. I am standing there contemplating the thick woman occupying the elevator, Me (5’10” and thick), my friend (about my size, but short), and Double Stuff (who is easily at least the size of my friend and I together) when Double Stuff pushes the elevator door back open to let on a lumberjack of a woman. The woman was thicker than me and at least 6’3”. I look up at the weight limit posted and begin to frantically calculate the load in the elevator when I notice the stench that is beginning to overpower me. I do believe Double Stuff was the shit smear culprit. Good god. It was all I could do to not start laughing. When everyone exited and my friend and I went the other way, I had to stop and rest my hands on my knees and finish laughing. I told her, if ever there was an elevator that was going to go down, it was that one. I was almost hoping it would from the stench.
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Date: 2005-01-31 06:06 pm (UTC)And as for Pussy Killer.. thats terrible!!! Who in the hell would want that on their arm.. and if they have kids.. the kids will go around saying "mama's arm says pussy killer"
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Date: 2005-01-31 06:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-31 06:25 pm (UTC)Or maybe she's just too gross for existence.
:P
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Date: 2005-02-01 04:40 pm (UTC)When we were little, my neighbor came over and was telling my mom a story about a friend of hers that was morbidly obese and lonely and had a dear cat that was her best friend. One morning she noticed the cat wasnt in her bed when she woke up. She called for it and it didnt come. When she got out of bed to look for it, she found she had slept on it and killed it. Now this is really sad, and as a child I could see how sad it was. I love animals. But the irony that this lonely fat woman had killed her best friend with her fatness was just too damn much and my sister and I erupted into a fit of uncontrolable giggles. My mother was mortified and the neighbor disgusted.
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Date: 2005-02-01 05:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-31 07:22 pm (UTC)thats freakin gross and why would you ever think getting pussy killer is a good idea for a tattoo?!?!?!
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Date: 2005-02-01 04:34 pm (UTC)went in with scuba gear and a brush.
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Date: 2005-02-01 04:36 pm (UTC)I had never thought of it. I would like to think if I ever started to not be able to reach things, I would snap to and put down the twinkie.
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Date: 2005-02-01 01:36 pm (UTC)and if all else fails...firehose and bleach.
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Date: 2005-02-01 02:00 am (UTC)Thanks....but I think I'll stay where I am. haha
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Date: 2005-02-01 05:29 am (UTC)We had a nasty, large security guard who didn't wash her hands after she went to the bathroom. She brought food/drink into the bathroom with her, too. Once she showed up to a swanky company dinner in a sleeveless shirt with "home made" tattoos on her arms. The kind that teenagers give themselves with pins and blue ink.
I hate nasty fat women because they give the rest of us a bad name. Yucko.
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Date: 2005-02-08 03:10 pm (UTC)