Have you ever been unindated by a smell so noxious, or so foul, you actually threw up?
It rarely happens to me, but I experienced it this morning. It is 0 degrees with -15windchill here, and my dog refuses to go outside, despite my many attempts to throw him out in the snow. When he finally accepted his fate, we came back inside, and he went on his merry way. I walked into the bathroom, and there was a smell of dog shit. I was curious, as the dog had just gone to the bathroom, so I opened his crate, and pulled out his dog bed, only to find shit at the bottom of his bed, covered up.
Annoyed, I started cleaning it off with tissue. But when I started cleaning it, the aroma was so strong and potent, I suddenly felt nausous. The small was so strong I had to leave the bathroom, and I actually got sick.
I really really hate those times.
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I came close once.
I grew up on a small ranch/farm in Montana. We raised cows, sheep, and pigs. As most of you can probably guess, pigs don't smell that great to begin with. Every now and then, we would have regular things to do to new pigs, including giving them shots, clipping their teeth, and neutering them. We would also tend any other needs, such as treating infections or noticing anything out of the ordinary.
One particular piglet, had an infection on it's rump that created a boil. Perhaps it was a sliver or something that caused it. Anywho, we saved that one for last. But before I go into what happened, let me give you a smidge of background. I had seen a lot of stuff in the course of living in rural Montana. Stuff that most "city kids" would probably go green in the face and hurl almost immediately. I helped deliver lambs, pigs, calves, and even a horse or two. I'd castrated enough animals to fill a decent sized room with ********** I'd even seen the "traditional" way of castrating lambs, where one person holds the legs of the said lamb, puts it on it's back. Another person snips the sack with a pair of scissors and uses the index finger and thumb of each hand to "pop" the ********* out. Being as all said hands are in use, the "popper" then bites the ********* (yes, with his mouth) to pull them out to wear they can be cut out and not slide back in. No, I was never the "popper"
But I digress...
The old man whipped out his knife and lanced the boil to pour peroxide on it and the stuff that came out... well, it was puss. Looking strangely like a mix of rotten yogurt and *****. It was also probably the worst smell I've ever encountered. And I very nearly threw up all over my shoes.
So, a little **** is nothing in the grand scheme of things.
I grew up on a small ranch/farm in Montana. We raised cows, sheep, and pigs. As most of you can probably guess, pigs don't smell that great to begin with. Every now and then, we would have regular things to do to new pigs, including giving them shots, clipping their teeth, and neutering them. We would also tend any other needs, such as treating infections or noticing anything out of the ordinary.
One particular piglet, had an infection on it's rump that created a boil. Perhaps it was a sliver or something that caused it. Anywho, we saved that one for last. But before I go into what happened, let me give you a smidge of background. I had seen a lot of stuff in the course of living in rural Montana. Stuff that most "city kids" would probably go green in the face and hurl almost immediately. I helped deliver lambs, pigs, calves, and even a horse or two. I'd castrated enough animals to fill a decent sized room with ********** I'd even seen the "traditional" way of castrating lambs, where one person holds the legs of the said lamb, puts it on it's back. Another person snips the sack with a pair of scissors and uses the index finger and thumb of each hand to "pop" the ********* out. Being as all said hands are in use, the "popper" then bites the ********* (yes, with his mouth) to pull them out to wear they can be cut out and not slide back in. No, I was never the "popper"
But I digress...
The old man whipped out his knife and lanced the boil to pour peroxide on it and the stuff that came out... well, it was puss. Looking strangely like a mix of rotten yogurt and *****. It was also probably the worst smell I've ever encountered. And I very nearly threw up all over my shoes.
So, a little **** is nothing in the grand scheme of things.
Some people are like slinkies, they aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
I doubt this will even touch kakars experience, but i'll try. I work for a beer distributor and as a distributor we also carry merchandise stuff and equipment for beer sales. We also supply rolling carts for stadiums (a rolling cart is filled w/ ice and beer for sale)
Anyway at the end of the summer we pick up these carts from outdoor arenas so they don't get trashed in the winter. Well its about 95 degrees and we find a lone cart behind the building that was neglected for quite some time.
We were told it was used as a urinal/beer dump for quite some time by the staff. So 95 degree heat, 3month old pool of festering urine and beer oh dear god instant vomit.
Edited, Tue Jan 18 11:23:33 2005 by Soracloud
Anyway at the end of the summer we pick up these carts from outdoor arenas so they don't get trashed in the winter. Well its about 95 degrees and we find a lone cart behind the building that was neglected for quite some time.
We were told it was used as a urinal/beer dump for quite some time by the staff. So 95 degree heat, 3month old pool of festering urine and beer oh dear god instant vomit.
Edited, Tue Jan 18 11:23:33 2005 by Soracloud
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So, a little **** is nothing in the grand scheme of things.
And I fully realize this. I couldn't believe it actually effected me that bad. I've grown up with many animals, and dog **** is not new to me. It was just something about the smell this morning that I lost it. Was very weird
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Being as all said hands are in use, the "popper" then bites the ********* (yes, with his mouth) to pull them out to wear they can be cut out and not slide back in.
I think I would find a third person... However, ******** popper will make a great new insult to add to my collection. Thank you.
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My grandfather, may he rest in peace, lived alone for around 10 years after my grandmother passed on. He raised cats, and had 3 dogs in the house. However, being in his late 60's, he was unable to put the dogs outside to do their business. As a result, the house was almost condemned because the air had become almost pure ammonia.
I got the joy of helping to remove the duct work, and the carpeting. Even the strongest of stomachs could not make it very long in the smell of about 5 years worth of dog and cat ***** and urine. Everyone working there vomited at least 2 or 3 times.
The only other time was when we were dissecting a calf that had died at birth to determine cause of death. The thing had ended up drowning in amniotic fluids, so its stomach, lungs, and other internal organs were literally balooned full of fluid. The one student accidentally dropped his scalpal, which caused the ballooned intestines to unleash a wave of fluid... about 4 gallons worth. I personally felt nauseous, the other two both vomited.
Amazing what smells can do to you eh?
I got the joy of helping to remove the duct work, and the carpeting. Even the strongest of stomachs could not make it very long in the smell of about 5 years worth of dog and cat ***** and urine. Everyone working there vomited at least 2 or 3 times.
The only other time was when we were dissecting a calf that had died at birth to determine cause of death. The thing had ended up drowning in amniotic fluids, so its stomach, lungs, and other internal organs were literally balooned full of fluid. The one student accidentally dropped his scalpal, which caused the ballooned intestines to unleash a wave of fluid... about 4 gallons worth. I personally felt nauseous, the other two both vomited.
Amazing what smells can do to you eh?
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And I fully realize this. I couldn't believe it actually effected me that bad. I've grown up with many animals, and dog **** is not new to me. It was just something about the smell this morning that I lost it. Was very weird
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However, ******** popper will make a great new insult to add to my collection. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Some people are like slinkies, they aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
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nope
As far as you know....
lol I wont get into the details of how I know Im not pregnant, but I promise you, I'm not.
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B...b...but I thought it happened to all guys?
Just a cat dissection in anatomy was the only time I even came close to upchucking. Wierd thing is it wasn't our cat that was the culprit.
Some guy from the table next to ours decided it would be funny to cut open the bowels of his cat...
Month old, formalin soaked, latex tinged cat **** was most assuredly the worst smell I have ever had the misfortune to catch a whiff of.
Some guy from the table next to ours decided it would be funny to cut open the bowels of his cat...
Month old, formalin soaked, latex tinged cat **** was most assuredly the worst smell I have ever had the misfortune to catch a whiff of.
There is a woman I work with who reeks of rotten cooch. Seriously. Everyone avoids her like the plague. She is in a corner of the building all by herself because she reeks so god awful bad.
Well one day I had to retrieve a fax from her "corner". I made it about 10 feet from her desk when it hit me. The smell. It was so potent I could damn near see it. Like a cloud of filthy smegma surrounding her little hovel.
I felt my insides begin to churn and knew it wasnt going to stop. So I abandoned my goal of retreiving the fax and darted for the mens room. Just made it. I proceded to offer the contents of my stomach to the porcelain gods. They seemed to be appeased but my nose was not. I could still smell her.
I actually ended having to drive home and shower before the nausea left me. I dont even go into that half of the building anymore. Just the thought of her stank cooch affronting my nostrils again makes me queasy. Goddamn I am sick just thinking about it.
Well one day I had to retrieve a fax from her "corner". I made it about 10 feet from her desk when it hit me. The smell. It was so potent I could damn near see it. Like a cloud of filthy smegma surrounding her little hovel.
I felt my insides begin to churn and knew it wasnt going to stop. So I abandoned my goal of retreiving the fax and darted for the mens room. Just made it. I proceded to offer the contents of my stomach to the porcelain gods. They seemed to be appeased but my nose was not. I could still smell her.
I actually ended having to drive home and shower before the nausea left me. I dont even go into that half of the building anymore. Just the thought of her stank cooch affronting my nostrils again makes me queasy. Goddamn I am sick just thinking about it.
I've experienced some exceptionally rancid farts in my car that have made me come close to hurling. Also certain parts of New Jersey and the border between Virginia/North Carolina are at least as bad. Nothing so simple as passing a farm, either...
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I had a math tutor once whose belches smelled like he was orally crapping every time he spoke. At the end of that session I felt like I just wanted to cry and shower ad infinitum, I was so disgustedly wretched.
I've stood in gray water (think sink and bath water but no poo poo water mixed in yet) up to my waist for hours on end for work. I've climbed down into storm drains and sewers to inspect them. I learned to not notice bad smells. Force me to eat string beans, though, and watch me projectile vomit all over the place. Those things make me want to chock, they feel like worms going down your throat.
I had a similar experience to Kakar's once on the farm.
My old man bought a bunch of pigs from a guy who owned them because they were ALWAYS out of their pen and in my dad's fields. Buying them was easier than any other solution was his logic. We had a pen empty for them and everything. So he got em all caught up and brought to the hog barn out behind out house.
This is where I got introduced to the fun. The pigs were young enough we could still castrate the boars with no problem (about 70 pounds). That's no big deal to me since I'd participated many times. We also used a two man operation. I'd throw the pig, put a knee on the side of his neck and grab whichever hind leg was on top for the spread. The old man would kneel on the floormost hind leg and have both hands free for razor blade work. Thus we had defeated the need for a ******** popper.
Pigs don't suck their ********* in as quickly as sheep, apparently. He always got em first try.
So, on to the 'good part.' These pigs had been getting out of their pen daily since they were big enough to wander from their mother. And wandering the woods and fields in the area. Every single one of them had multiple large boils on him. Before we could even think about castration, we had to take care of all those huge festering infections.
So, we spent all afternoon on several different days where I'd tackle a pig and the old man would jab the pustules with his pocketknife , squeeze the pus and then give a penicillin shot. The smell wasn't what worked on me. It was the sight. Some of that stuff looked just like creamy peanut butter. I made it through the episodes of pus-squeezing, but it isn't on my top ten happy weeks in my life.
As far as smells go, the WORST thing I've ever smelled was last summer. I 'caught' a jewfish that was around 100 lbs or so. I brought him up to the top and got a couple of pictures before the mate dislodged the hook so we could release him. While he was up, he puked up a few other half digested fish. Grouper do this quite commonly so I didn't expect the smell. This stuff was rank. I was glad to see that fish go.
My old man bought a bunch of pigs from a guy who owned them because they were ALWAYS out of their pen and in my dad's fields. Buying them was easier than any other solution was his logic. We had a pen empty for them and everything. So he got em all caught up and brought to the hog barn out behind out house.
This is where I got introduced to the fun. The pigs were young enough we could still castrate the boars with no problem (about 70 pounds). That's no big deal to me since I'd participated many times. We also used a two man operation. I'd throw the pig, put a knee on the side of his neck and grab whichever hind leg was on top for the spread. The old man would kneel on the floormost hind leg and have both hands free for razor blade work. Thus we had defeated the need for a ******** popper.
Pigs don't suck their ********* in as quickly as sheep, apparently. He always got em first try. So, on to the 'good part.' These pigs had been getting out of their pen daily since they were big enough to wander from their mother. And wandering the woods and fields in the area. Every single one of them had multiple large boils on him. Before we could even think about castration, we had to take care of all those huge festering infections.
So, we spent all afternoon on several different days where I'd tackle a pig and the old man would jab the pustules with his pocketknife , squeeze the pus and then give a penicillin shot. The smell wasn't what worked on me. It was the sight. Some of that stuff looked just like creamy peanut butter. I made it through the episodes of pus-squeezing, but it isn't on my top ten happy weeks in my life.
As far as smells go, the WORST thing I've ever smelled was last summer. I 'caught' a jewfish that was around 100 lbs or so. I brought him up to the top and got a couple of pictures before the mate dislodged the hook so we could release him. While he was up, he puked up a few other half digested fish. Grouper do this quite commonly so I didn't expect the smell. This stuff was rank. I was glad to see that fish go.
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(25 March 1993)
A terrible diet and room with no ventilation are being blamed for the death of a man killed by his own gas. There were no marks found on his body, but an autopsy revealed the presence of large amounts of methane dissolved in his blood.
His diet had consisted primarily of beans and cabbage, just the right combination of foods to produce a severe gas attack. It appears that the man died in his sleep from breathing the poisonous cloud that was hanging over his bed.
Had his windows been open, the flatulence wouldn't have been fatal, but the man was shut up in a nearly airtight bedroom. He was an obese man with an unlimited capacity for creating the deadly gas. Three rescuers became sick and one was hospitalized.
Can you imagine?
(25 March 1993)
A terrible diet and room with no ventilation are being blamed for the death of a man killed by his own gas. There were no marks found on his body, but an autopsy revealed the presence of large amounts of methane dissolved in his blood.
His diet had consisted primarily of beans and cabbage, just the right combination of foods to produce a severe gas attack. It appears that the man died in his sleep from breathing the poisonous cloud that was hanging over his bed.
Had his windows been open, the flatulence wouldn't have been fatal, but the man was shut up in a nearly airtight bedroom. He was an obese man with an unlimited capacity for creating the deadly gas. Three rescuers became sick and one was hospitalized.
Can you imagine?
A cheap easy way to help block those smells is to **** little vicks vapor rub under your nose ,works damn near everytime .Might even help you spawned.Btw anyone ever tell her ?
I used to commute via train to NYC everyday. Twice I was unfortunate enough to have a man I nicknamed Death Breath sit next to me. The first time he did so, I was already in my seat and dozing off when he sat down next to me. I moved to make a little more room for him, and turned to look at him as I did. When he thanked me, I caught his breath full in the face.
I've smelled some foul odors in my life (the slaughter room at a duck farm, meat that had been rotting in an unplugged freezer for a month, the contents of a co-worker's bowels etc), and I have a pretty good resistance to them, but the stench that came out of this man's mouth can only be described as putrified corruption.
It was unnatural. I'd say it was unholy if I believed anything was holy to begin with. It was so god-awful foul that I physically recoiled away from him with such speed and force that I knocked myself unconscious when my head hit the window behind me.
I woke up with him lightly shaking me, leaning close and asking if I was okay. And each time he spoke another wave of that horrifying stench would wash over me. I had to clamp my jaws shut to keep from vomiting. I tried to get away, but he kept hold of me and kept saying that I should sit still a minute. I couldn't speak for fear of puking all over him, and the harder I struggled to get away, the tighter he held on to me, and he kept talking, thinking that I was in a panic, trying to calm me down. And he kept exhaling on me.
I was finally able to hurl him aside and flee, mercifully the train doors were still open and I was able to make it to the safety and clean air of the train platform. (This was the lower levels of Penn Station in NYC, so I use "clean air" here only as a relative term, the air is actually brown there, but compared to what was coming out of Death Breath's mouth, it was like spring time in the Rockies).
He sat by me on another occaision, but I caught a whiff of him before he could trap me, and bolted to another section of the train.
Edited, Tue Jan 18 17:20:52 2005 by Deathwysh
The smell of Tequila on the morning after a night of particularly heavy drinking.
The Great johnnny wrote:
A cheap easy way to help block those smells is to **** little vicks vapor rub under your nose ,works damn near everytime .Might even help you spawned.Btw anyone ever tell her ?
Oh, one of the other women I work with actually said and I quote, "Girl, you smell like rotten pus[b][/b]sy. You need to clean yourself."
She didnt come into work for 2 days after that. But, when she did, she reeked just as badly. Now when people say something to her she just responds "I dont stink, I dont know what you are smelling." Sad.
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That girl needs to get to the gyno, quick. Something is really wrong down there. Not cleaning won't lead to something smelling that bad. She's got a bad infection or worse (cancer, maybe). And she's possibly had it long enough that she's gotten used to her smell and doesn't notice it anymore.
That girl needs to get to the gyno, quick. Something is really wrong down there. Not cleaning won't lead to something smelling that bad. She's got a bad infection or worse (cancer, maybe). And she's possibly had it long enough that she's gotten used to her smell and doesn't notice it anymore.
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Something is really wrong down there. Not cleaning won't lead to something smelling that bad.
Married??!?
Yikes.
Have you ever met the guy? Something wrong with the ole olfactory?
Yikes.
Have you ever met the guy? Something wrong with the ole olfactory?
I think that the worst experience that happened to me was when i was working for a car detail shop. I was in high school and my uncle was the boss so who do you think got all the crappiest jobs. Of course it was me. One time we had a 1994 Ford Explorer that came in that was repoed from a drug dealer. Before it was repoed, the dealer put 50lbs of raw meat and let it rot. Did i mention that this was in the summer time as well? We had to clean the vehcile at least 10 times and sprayed as many chemicals in it as we could. However it still didnt help any bit. Finally we tore the carpet out of it and drove it to the auto auction.
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