What is the worse mess ever that you had to clean up?
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Awww, jeeez .
It had to be somehting about that crime scene clean-up but the police and the FBI don’t want me to talk about it.
In college I was summer help in a paper mill, and the “slurry” container overfilled. All the drains clogged, and it got to be about chest deep. Guess who got to wade in to clear the drains and suck up the mess?
During a winter break from college I spent two weeks working at a chicken farm, I cleaned up a lot of disgusting things during those two weeks.
When my MIL found my blog. That was a huge mess.
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My father’s house, after his death. The kitchen, for example, was so bad that we didn’t even clean up–we just hired a dumpster and threw everything out. Oh, the wonderful cast iron pots I had to throw out because they were uncleanable! He also had turned off the water to his house and had just used the whole house as his bathroom. The floor was littered with diabetes testing supplies, he emptied ash trays onto the kitchen table. He had a closet full of empty coke cans. His closet was piled 1 foot high with dirty underwear. Hateful, hateful man.
.-= Bev´s last blog ..And Then There Were Four =-.
I used to work in a group home and while bathing a consumer, he apparently had an upset stomach and made a very nasty mess in the tub.
.-= Carielle´s last blog ..That’s My Answer =-.
Every time I ever spoke to my ex-MIL it became a mess. A series of messes. A CHRONIC mess. Law, I hope to never see a mess like her again.
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when my oldest daughter was about 3, she had a friend over and they were playing quietly in her room while i had a cup of tea with the friends mother. we sneaked upstairs to have a look at them, only to discover they were playing “babies” and had covered each other in baby vaseline and emptied an entire bottle of baby powder on themselves as well. the powder was close to an inch deep on the carpet and i washed my daughters hair everyday for close to a month before all of the vaseline was finally out. but the room sure did smell nice!
You don’t want to know!!! It had to do with the restrooms at a public campsite.
I gag when I think about it. I sure could have used a hazmat suit that day.
.-= Jon´s last blog ..Confessions of a Trivia Hoarder. =-.