One thing that really gets on my nerves is people spitting on the streets! I fail to understand whether they are just plain uncivilized or uninformed about how the act only helps in spreading diseases.
I'm a slob. I live in sweatpants and workout clothes.
My two sons are the biggest pigs - always dirty, sweaty, burping and farting.
I like people who are slightly unhygienic. A little grubbiness isn't so bad. BO chic it should be called.
Sometimes I bite off a fingernail to use as a toothpick. Nasty.
I went goodness knows how long without a bath.
Grime is not like messiness or some fingerprints on a cabinet; it takes a long time to accumulate.
I ceased cleansing my body. Two weeks before the test I stopped eating food with nutritional value. A week before, I stopped going to the bathroom. I did it in my pants. My pants got crusted up.
Human beings are gross.
I'm a disorganized mess. My purse is gross: I once found a shoulder pad, string cheese, and a Christmas ornament in it!
A rental car is basically an ashtray on wheels.
… slobby Michael Moore
simon: that's disgusting! me: what's disgusting? simon: you know. you put your thing in the place where he, um, defecates.
I don't like dirt. Cleanliness is high on my agenda, but I don't have a phobia of dirt. I'm just not keen on it. I don't really like dirty people or houses or smelly things.
I have the same pet peeve as Anderson Cooper, which is bare feet in public. I hate it. It so grosses me out, especially in New York. Oh my God, New York in the summer with people and their feet in their sandals and their flip-flops, like get it away!
When I was 14, a camp counselor explained what "eating out" was and I vowed to never have it done to me. It seemed cannibalistic and unhygienic. I also remember that she claimed--in front of an entire cabin of girls--to have been "eaten out" by one of the maintenance men in a hot tub. Under hot water. Either something is amiss in my memory of this conversation or she found the most talented man on the planet and all hope is lost for the rest of us.
Flesh-eating by humans is unnecessary, irrational, anatomically unsound, unhealthy, unhygienic, uneconomic, unaesthetic, unkind and unethical. May I elaborate?
It's disgusting eating over a keyboard.
I hate when people have food in their mouths and they don't swallow before they talk. Like, they store it in their cheek when they talk to you. It drives me nuts.
Open concept bathrooms are not the greatest.
Even when freshly washed and relieved of all obvious confections, children tend to be sticky.
I'm not clean or even vaguely pleasant to be around in a domestic situation.
I'm the biggest slob in the world. My apartment is a mess.
It's always a little gross when you're guarding someone and you can see, like, hair coming from underneath his jersey.
The blowing thing is something that you either have a predilection for or not. And I don't have that thing. It was just unsanitary. I couldn't do it. I am a complete germaphobe.
