If you don’t wash it for like a month, won’t it taste like beer naturally? Or, sourdough bread at least?
Belgian beer, maybe.
I feel thick. Could someone explain the relationship between pelicans and vagoos for me?
Pelicans like fish. Took me a bit t get it too.
“That boss of mine is a real son-of-a-bitch.”
“Yeah?”
“I asked him what my prospects for a raise were, he said ‘Ruff’.”
Hear, hear! As someone who has smelled his share of vaginas, if it stinks, you probably have a yeast infection and a little Flagyl will clear that right up. Stink may be common, but it is not normal nor healthy.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled laff riot thread…
Uh, and what’s your job description exactly?
There use to be a very large woman, larger than me and I am quite huge, who rode the same bus that I did all too often. She stank, and a large part of her aroma was rotten cooter, but it did not smell yeasty rotten. It was bad enough that I could tell that she had been on the bus and departed before I got on by the gag inducing odor. That is the one of the few women who had odor foul enough to be noticeable in a normal public context.
But there have been coworkers who stand way to close to me when i am at the computer in my cubical and this places their crotch way too close to my nose. I read advice once that said that male bosses should not stand too near females they supervise who are sitting at their work station because it may make her feel as if you are about to put your dick in her ear. This is good advice. If you are a woman or a man and you are standing that close, your employee/co-worker may be able to assess your genital hygiene using olfactory methods, so please back off or pull up a chair and sit down. Heck even sitting on the desk is preferable than standing there with your crotch in their face.
I’m douching like a motherfuck!
That picture in that ad is hilarious…the disappointed husband, the worried wife…hilarious.
The lysol thing was for spermicide, not smell. I read it around here.
A nitpick - Flagyl is usually used for Trichomonas vaginalis infection. Monistat or Canesten would be your first choices for a yeast infection.
As a former lab tech, we used to get very excited when we did a vaginal swab and saw the little fellers waving back at us from the slide. 
A coworker once confessed to me that the boss had told her that she stunk and other employees had been complaining about it.
Granted, he said nothing about the smell being from “down there” and a raise wasn’t hanging in the balance. But I suppose it could have been.
Now why someone would tell another person that they once stunk so bad that the boss had to pull them aside…that’s a whole 'nother matter all together!
Well, I now know more about the history of menstrual product advertising than ever before. :eek: Somehow this has just gotta be worked into an episode of Mad-Men. 
Well, What used to be known as Crotch-rot, then got sensitized to jock itch, has been further reduced to “masculine itch” for some medicines I noticed.
Anaamika, if you’re showering daily and applying deodorant/antipersperant, you’re doing just fine. But you’re just lucky enough not to have run into someone with truly amazing BO, and I don’t mean someone who just worked out or waited for the bus in the heat, etc. I went 23 years of life having never experienced it…then last year at my new workplace, my new boss had incredibly bad BO.
It’s no medical condition; her clothes were often flaked with dandruff and clearly not washed, her hair limp with oil, and her appearance just generally…blah. She was a terrific boss, always gave me a lot of responsibility, help whenever I needed it, took me out to lunch when I was new, gave me reasonable deadlines…but that 10% of the time when she had to come near me to explain something, I almost fainted. She simply didn’t value hygiene or cleanliness. It was incredibly bizarre. She had the ability to wear clean clothes, which she wore if we ever had something to present to higher ups, and I imagine her interview had her seated across the table from someone, so I’d imagine her resume and her killer personality got her the job but…man.
Wait a minute, do you mean I’m using the roll-on ball deodorant incorrectly?
No, as I posted on the other thread, I read on a bottle of Lysol as late as 1979 that douching for freshness was one of its many uses. If it was intended as a spermacide, they weren’t telling.
I was just joking, really. Put it this way. In my life, there have been many many times where I have been stinky from sweat or BO, from hard work, or hard playing or whatever. I sweat a lot. And am not always a girly girl. But I have never had a stinky twat. (How I love the English and their silly words. Twat is hilarious. It sounds like Tweety the Bird saying “Trot”. Twat twat twat twat twat.)
And yes, I have run into people with amazing BO. I’ve ridden the bus downtown, after all! But the worst, absolutely the worst, was the guy who lived in our apartment complex in downtown. The building was only three stories, and we had the top floor, and when he left his second story apartment and went downstairs, his stench would linger for hours and hours and hours, behind him. He was awful.
Thankfully I only had to deal with him for a few moments at a time. And his stench, for longer. It was like Foul Ole Ron from the Discworld, it had its own sentience. I can’t imagine working with someone like that.
I did have a classmate in college who I had a crush on and would have considered dating - until he opened his mouth. Terrible, terrible oral hygiene, and his breath stank. He was Russian, and very sexy, but my fantasies switched abruptly from lovemaking in Russian to lovingly showing him the use of a toothbrush and some mouthwash.
I have a teaching colleague who had to be told that she stank, not just down there, but all over. The HS students would just about pass out if she leaned over to help them with something. We all complained to the principal, who had to have a conversation with her. She came to me to share the story, mortified, but I truly think she had no idea that she stank. Take a shower! Wash your hair! It’s not rocket surgery.
Whoops, I missed the sarcasm! Had this been in the past few years, you could have sent him an anonymous email, and then made sweet sweet love.