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As I exited the shower connex out here at [NAMELESS] Training Camp, I saw a hook on which multiple exfoliating shower poufs were hung. I supposed this particular hook must be the unsaid repository for forgotten poufs, found in the showering stalls.
Mentally, I personified them for a moment, and was
overwhelmed by an immense sadness as I reconstructed their pitiful lives in my imagination.
Purchased, half-drowned, scraped across filthy bits of filthy bodies, then left abandoned.... possibly to be picked up and used in the same manner by an even filthier individual.
Joking aside, the emotions were actually quite intense, and I felt like sharing.
The Weeping Pouf of [blissmiss]
http://en.wikipedia...wiki/Weeping_statue
[swimswim, Oct 05 2011]
The Diet of Worms
http://en.wikipedia.../wiki/Diet_of_Worms
Where Luther almost got canned. [RayfordSteele, Oct 05 2011]
[link]
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We will award a bun simply because you are clearly entirely unaware of the connotations of the word "Pouf" in societies other than your own, and this idea is therefore far less horrific that might be inferred from the title. |
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I'm gonna have such weird dreams tonight... |
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A "pouf" is, shirley, a padded footrest? |
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Also, I find it difficult to imagine a battle-worn
member of His Obamaness' Armed Forces asking for a
pouf. |
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"Don't Ask, Don't Tell ..." |
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That's all over. Now it's okay for a soldier of any
gender/orientation to admit to owning a pouf. |
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I, too, suffered much inferrence from the title, but, as has
often been brought to my attention, I am an atypically
worldly member of my national demographic, especially in
regards to euphamism. |
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// difficult to imagine a battle-worn member of His Obamaness' Armed Forces asking for a pouf.// |
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It's efficient, and it dries relatively easily so it may be stuffed into a personal hygiene kit without creating a greenhouse for mildew. Also more effective at scraping away the asiago-odored, gelatinous, fleshy substance accumulated betwixt ones toes, than your G.I. brown wash cloth. |
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what colour were they? blue, green, khaki, camouflage mix, pink? |
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actually, yes of course soldiers need to keep clean but what an infortunate name - perhaps hb could come up with something better. |
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I fear something worse is a more likely outcome! |
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Mike, have you sustained any recent injuries to your manly region as of late that would bring about such an estrogenic response? |
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Divided by a common language and really really
disturbed and confused now. Are they allowed to
identify themselves nowadays? |
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Mine is lavender, and hangs alone all day, dripping
sadly. |
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// Are they allowed to identify themselves nowadays? // |
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Yes. You're confusing them with Freemasons. |
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[BlissMiss], I have asked the Pope to verify your claim, and hopefully we can get your pouf added to the list on the <linked> site. |
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Thinks I may have opened a can of worms. |
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No. You're confusing them with Freemasons. |
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Better than a Diet of Worms. |
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Try freeze-dried worms. Less icky. |
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//injuries to your manly region as of late that would bring about such an estrogenic response?// |
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No, but I do appear to be mellowing with age. |
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Afterwards, I had difficulties reconciling the fact that these poufs had elicited more empathy from me than the few enemy combatants I have killed. |
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It lead me down a wonderful conception of "soldier's Heaven" though: |
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At day, we engage our enemys in combat. At night we all meet up in the local pub and share war stories from this life and the last. Then, come daybreak, we assume our roles as warriors and fight again. This continues until you are killed in glorious combat and ascend to the next level of heaven which is just like the previous except there is slightly less fighting and slightly more drinking. This continues until you reach the level in which all are bosom buddies, sharing drinks at the local pub, talking of their favorite skirmishes, all differences long forgotten. |
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And to answer your question, [Po]; Varying shades of blue. |
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//it may be stuffed into a personal hygiene kit //
Well, I've never heard it called /that/ before! |
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