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Originally Posted by cheerfulgreek
WIFLSRN: So I just took my third, extremely long shower. I still smell. Today a skunked dog came into the clinic, super happy, tail wagging, completely unaware of the biohazard he had become. Before I could react, he jumped on me. Now, I smell like a skunked dog. Three showers later, the smell still lingers, and I’ve been banished to a separate room because my family can’t handle the stench.
Days like today, I wish I’d have stuck with Plan A and been an astrophysicist instead of a vet.  |
My daughters just told me I smell really bad. And my husband told me I smell like “burnt tires, mixed with garlic, and hot dog water.”
So… here we go, shower number four. Back to scrubbing myself with the same desperate concoction of household chemistry that I’ve already used three times, hoping this time it actually works completely or at least begins to dissipate.
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