hunck
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Who was that?Some American rock singer used to take his late and decomposing pet bird onstage so he could sniff it and throw up at will.
Who was that?Some American rock singer used to take his late and decomposing pet bird onstage so he could sniff it and throw up at will.
It was whoever sang with Slipknot.Who was that?
So TESCO need to sharpen up their act by the sound of things. Again."Clue" - sounds like, 'lets go!'
Right - heavy/thrash/death/nu metal is off my radar. Here he is:It was whoever sang with Slipknot.
Yup, I only know because I read it somewhere.
And from what I've seen for myself so does the big 'W' in the fruit department.So TESCO need to sharpen up their act by the sound of things. Again.
Imagine what it must be like to actually work in one!Plastic wiganer when I was at school one of the excursions we went on was to a tobacco factory.
I came out smelling so bad that I had to shampoo my hair several times to get rid of the smell.
I remember once , I had gotten home one daytime from a shift and was exhausted so I wanted to just go to bed. For the last few days though , my bedroom , an attic room two floors up had been smelling rather unpleasant and it was getting stronger . I figured as I lived on a farm, surrounded by other farms , that was the explanation as I often had doors and windows open for fresh air , the cats etc and would often go the miles into the nearest town leaving said doors , windows open as I lived in the middle of nowhere. Anyway there was this horrible smell in my bedroom that had definitely gotten worse but I figured that one or more of the farmers were spraying their fields and that odour could be unbelievably foul. So I decided to make the best of it and got into bed but I could hear this strange noise , never mind the stink. It was like a scratching sound with humming (I know , I know , NOT the humming again !!) and despite being knackered it was getting on my nerves so I had to investigate. Oh boy. Underneath my bed was a squishy plastic container in which were new pillows I had bought but not used yet. IN this container was a mummified rabbit , MUMMIFIED by now that obviously one of my little darling fuzzy butts had caught and dragged in , usually it was mice or voles with their bodies decapitated and left on the rug in front of the fireplace. Because.... You know.... Love is a many splendoured thing. My money was on Molly rather than her brother , Sam who was even scared of the chickens that would gather outside the porch daily .OTOH when I went on a school visit to the Sunlight Soap factory on the Wirral the whole place smelled, not surprisingly, of soap.
Gave us lot a possibly uncharacteristically hygienic aroma.
Why , HOW they put it in a plastic pillow container , I am determined to find the answer to when I can speak to them in the afterlife .....I remember once , I had gotten home one daytime from a shift and was exhausted so I wanted to just go to bed. For the last few days though , my bedroom , an attic room two floors up had been smelling rather unpleasant and it was getting stronger . I figured as I lived on a farm, surrounded by other farms , that was the explanation as I often had doors and windows open for fresh air , the cats etc and would often go the miles into the nearest town leaving said doors , windows open as I lived in the middle of nowhere. Anyway there was this horrible smell in my bedroom that had definitely gotten worse but I figured that one or more of the farmers were spraying their fields and that odour could be unbelievably foul. So I decided to make the best of it and got into bed but I could hear this strange noise , never mind the stink. It was like a scratching sound with humming (I know , I know , NOT the humming again !!) and despite being knackered it was getting on my nerves so I had to investigate. Oh boy. Underneath my bed was a squishy plastic container in which were new pillows I had bought but not used yet. IN this container was a mummified rabbit , MUMMIFIED by now that obviously one of my little darling fuzzy butts had caught and dragged in , usually it was mice or voles with their bodies decapitated and left on the rug in front of the fireplace. Because.... You know.... Love is a many splendoured thing. My money was on Molly rather than her brother , Sam who was even scared of the chickens that would gather outside the porch daily .
But anyway , not only a mummified rabbit but the scratching and humming was a bunch of bluebottles that were crawling all over it inside the bag. Cursing my luck that I couldn't be allergic to cats, I had to spend two hours , STILL exhausted but additionally now nauseated , disposing of it and cleaning the room like I was in CSI before I could bollock the cats half heartedly and actually get some kip.
"Be vewy , vewy quiet..... "
Could it have wriggled in there through a slightly open zip or fastening?Why , HOW they put it in a plastic pillow container , I am determined to find the answer to when I can speak to them in the afterlife .....
I'm thinking that 'gorjiramonkey' must have packed it in along with the pillows and then sealed them inside together without knowing where the cat had placed the dead rabbit before hand? Seems the most plausible way it got inside the container.Could it have wriggled in there through a slightly open zip or fastening?
No the bedroom was three floors up and I've never had a critter or "varmint" in there before. No the rabbit didn't come with the pillows nor did I pack it with them. The pillows container MAY have been opened by me initially when I got home to examine them and yes I may not have closed the zip too much !! But my best guess is Molly-Moo caught it , killed it dragged it upstairs away from Sam and left it . Yea I guess it could have been chased up there and hid but I think I would have heard it moving about... Who knows?? Not paranormal but bloody revolting !!Could it have wriggled in there through a slightly open zip or fastening?
It's just in the process of eliminating the obvious.No the bedroom was three floors up and I've never had a critter or "varmint" in there before. No the rabbit didn't come with the pillows nor did I pack it with them. The pillows container MAY have been opened by me initially when I got home to examine them and yes I may not have closed the zip too much !! But my best guess is Molly-Moo caught it , killed it dragged it upstairs away from Sam and left it . Yea I guess it could have been chased up there and hid but I think I would have heard it moving about... Who knows?? Not paranormal but bloody revolting !!
Years ago I had some less than pleasant dealings with a funeral home. Later, I noticed how some cleaning product or other used in a shoe shop I went to smelled like the embalming fluid. Felt an immediate wave of grief and anger. Very strange.Once you smell death you never forget that’s for sure
Just goes to show how much our sense of smell is closely linked to images and senses recorded in our memories - not just imagery either.Years ago I had some less than pleasant dealings with a funeral home. Later, I noticed how some cleaning product or other used in a shoe shop I went to smelled like the embalming fluid. Felt an immediate wave of grief and anger. Very strange.
The only happy memory I've got of my Mum's cremation was before the curtain closed, some sharp suited Oriental looking man silently walked up and bowed as if to say good bye honourably. That meant a lot to me.Years ago I had some less than pleasant dealings with a funeral home. Later, I noticed how some cleaning product or other used in a shoe shop I went to smelled like the embalming fluid. Felt an immediate wave of grief and anger. Very strange.
Apparently, the smell of bad eggs is caused by the presence of hydrogen sulphide gas, which can be given off by decaying organic waste, or particular chemical reactions.I had read about the Pillsworth Stink a couple of times - here is one article among many!
I had not personally encountered it until Monday, when the car filled with a sulphuric aroma, as I drove out of Bury. It had dissipated, by the time I reached Heywood. I was fortunate to be able to drive out of it; pity the poor residents! "Eggy," is an insult to eggs, though totally bad ones are nauseating, come to think of it.
A poorly-managed tip is blamed, so it is not a mystery stench. What have they got in there?
Mystery "very, very bad" smell pervades Leeds bus station.
Described as either like a cowshed or dead fish.
The management team is working with partners and contractors to investigate the problem.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/c5y3gxlkqe5o
Mmmm, hydrogen sulfide. Over 30 years ago I did my undergraduate 3rd year project on some cute little microbes that produced hydrogen sulfide - we were interested in their capacity to form biofilms on oil pipelines Towards the end of my 8 weeks' research or whatever it was, I was returning a culture bottle to the incubator (containing bacteria growing in 500ml of their preferred medium) when I knocked the bottle against the edge of the metal. It wasn't a hard knock, but maybe the bottle had a weakness, because it broke in two and my 500 stinky ml spread all over the floor of the lab. God, did I move fast to find the technician... Somehow she didn't kill me but packed me off out of the lab while she cleaned up. This occurred on the 6th floor of an eight storey building and I could smell the whiff of bad eggs all the way down to the ground floor. The following day when I passed the building there were people standing around after being evacuated; I heard somebody mention a possible gas leak, so I hastened past guiltily wondering if the lingering stench of my Desulfovibrio had triggered a panic. Oops.Apparently, the smell of bad eggs is caused by the presence of hydrogen sulphide gas, which can be given off by decaying organic waste, or particular chemical reactions.
Known as a Chemical Reaction. . .Mmmm, hydrogen sulfide. Over 30 years ago I did my undergraduate 3rd year project on some cute little microbes that produced hydrogen sulfide - we were interested in their capacity to form biofilms on oil pipelines Towards the end of my 8 weeks' research or whatever it was, I was returning a culture bottle to the incubator (containing bacteria growing in 500ml of their preferred medium) when I knocked the bottle against the edge of the metal. It wasn't a hard knock, but maybe the bottle had a weakness, because it broke in two and my 500 stinky ml spread all over the floor of the lab. God, did I move fast to find the technician... Somehow she didn't kill me but packed me off out of the lab while she cleaned up. This occurred on the 6th floor of an eight storey building and I could smell the whiff of bad eggs all the way down to the ground floor. The following day when I passed the building there were people standing around after being evacuated; I heard somebody mention a possible gas leak, so I hastened past guiltily wondering if the lingering stench of my Desulfovibrio had triggered a panic. Oops.