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posted 6/24/2010 10:08:44 AM |
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This is related, but more specific, to Lisa's blog, What is the grossest thing that you've ever had to do? i pose a very simple question. What is the most disgusting stench that you ever smelled?

Coincidentally, my daughter called me this morning and among the things she talked about was her dog chasing a rabbit into the garage...a black and white rabbit. She had to bathe the dog twice with a mixture of Dawn dishwashing detergent, hydrogen peroxide and baking soda. She still isn't sure what do do about the garage beyond not parking SUV in it.

Any suggestions?

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Jun 24 @ 10:19AM  

Decomposing Corpses.

Jun 24 @ 11:57AM  
I ran over a skunk being the good daughter I asked mom what to do about the smell inside of the car baking soda under the front seat for a few days did wonders

Also if you spill sloe gin in a car baking soda also gets rid of that smell. But I wouldn't know about that

Jun 24 @ 12:11PM  
Me personally would be the smell of burning or even burnt smoldering bodies hanging out of destroyed vehicles, tanks etc. in Desert Storm.

Jun 24 @ 1:16PM  
I dug up our dog a few months after my daddy had buried her to make sure she was comfortable....I was only 5...worms....I will never forget the worms....

Jun 24 @ 2:12PM  
In July of 1984 I was working setting up the massive Mark Kay seminar where they give away the Caddies. An army of about 100 people would work up to six 18-hour days setting up the stage, set, lighting and sound. I would always smoke a brisket the weekend before and take a two-pound slice to work everyday to snack on. One day I couldn’t find it and I figured that I had left it at home. I was wrong. It had slid down between the passenger seat and the console in our brand new car that we had purchased the previous March.

Two to three weeks later my wife took the car to work. Having been named employee of the month, she had gotten to park right in front of the entrance to her employer’s business next to the spaces reserved for executives. She and a colleague decided to go out to lunch.

Her colleague got into the hot car, slid the seat back ripping open the bag of the rotting brisket, and both women immediately vomited in the parking lot. Several others also departing for lunch were sent gagging and scurrying including the company president. They finally got a guy from the warehouse to move the car all the way to farthest corner of the lot. But it stunk so bad that her employer demanded that the windows be rolled up due complaints about it.

I was home and around 5:30 I see a car drive up and drop her off. She was marching up the walkway just like my mother used to do, which I knew met my ass was grass. She was drunk.
“I’ve never been so fucking embarrassed in my life!!!”
“Where’s the car?”
“Fuck you, Bruce!!!”
“Where’s the car?”
“The fucking car is at work!!!”
“What happened to the car?”
“I’ve never been so fucking embarrassed in my life!!! You fucking stunk it up!!! A brand new fucking car!!! I’ve never been so fucking embarrassed in my life!!!”

She then told me story interjecting “I’ve never been so fucking embarrassed in my life!!!” a few more times. She concluded that she and her colleague took the rest of the day off, went to a restaurant, eventually dining and taking advantage of happy hour. She made it point to let me know that I was going to have to pay for the restaurant tab out of my play money, that all of the drinks were top shelf, and many had been consumed.

After the sun went down, we went to retrieve it. Sometimes when the woman got really pissed she would give you the silent treatment. This time, no such luck. I had to endure hearing, “I’ve never been so fucking embarrassed in my life!!!” a few more times. When we got there and I opened the door, I was hit in the face and nose by it. It was really bad. I had to open both doors and let it air out for several minutes before I could stand it. On the way home I stopped at a store and got four or five large boxes of baking soda and dumped them on the upholstery and floor.

I was off the next day and she informed me that I was to get in the car, leave and she did not want to see the car or me until it stopped stinking. I went to a detailing shop and it cost me fifty bucks to get the aromatic putrefaction remedied. She refused to get in it for a couple of months. I was informed that it was officially my car having personalized it.


Jun 24 @ 2:40PM  
Yeah.. i've got to say the smell of burning corpses. They weren't human.. but ... still.. it's the most horrendous stench ever.. and it sticks to your skin and in your nose.

Jun 24 @ 6:24PM  
Corpses of drowned animals in 85 plus degree heat after a hurricane. That was a sight and smell I will never forget as much as I would like to.

Jun 24 @ 6:39PM  
I keep thinking about that fish story you had told a few times on here.

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