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Tales From the Nasty Chair

TOXIC LINK!Here is a page with a collection of anecdotes from piercing technicians, about their stinkiest customers. Truly disgusting. So bad, in fact, that I’m not even gonna post a sample story here. This is the kind of thing that a certain friend of mine might start reading, and then yell, in an agonized voice:

THERE IS NO GOD!

Praise it

Flush This

Henry VIII was rotten…

Stinky Hank

…both literally, and figuratively, according to my late Grandmother, who was something of an “expert” on the English monarchies. So rotten, that when a group of men carried his dead body out, three died from the smell alone.

As a long-standing legend, this is delightful – the stuff that fishwives tales are made of. How fitting that this murderous megalomaniac, this bloated, syphlitic adulterer, none too clean to start with (this was in the days when the ostensibly “clean” people took baths once a month) should end up in such a state.

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