Shinrei, on 23 October 2010 - 08:32 AM, said:
New rule here at the Shin household - no gutting of squid for pasta when trash day is still 5 days away.
Ugh - that's why my family always put the leftover 'bits' in the freezer until bin day.
Worst smell for me? Couldn't rightly say for sure, but there was this one time (at Uni camp), when we had a particularly boozy week (or three). I think it was (Dis)Orientation Week ... 1993 (?). Anyhoo, a mate had gone missing for a couple of days, and we couldn't track him down. This was before mobile phones, recall. Until we noticed one night there was a reek of gargantuan proportions starting to emanate from his room. Did I mention O Week is at the end of summer here?
Turns out he had been so horrifically shitfaced he had blown epic chunks all over his residential college room (we don't have that abominable practice called "room-mates" in our colleges here, remember). Was this the end of it - oh no, not at all, this was just the beginning of an olfactory atrocity. He passed out and came in and out of consciousness for a couple of days. We think he must have had alcohol poisoning - isn't hindsight great? During this period he pissed and shat himself and lived off the bottle of water next to his bed that I had thoughtfully provided for him the night we poured him into his bed. Right next to the bucket which he proceeded to carefully miss for the next day or so.
His room was on the top floor of a concrete building, at the north end, with a north facing window during an Australian summer (admittedly in Canberra, but you can still get 35+ in late February there). By the time he was able to rouse himself to answer the umpteenth knock at his door that he had finally noticed, the place was ... ripe.
So much so that it induced a domino-vomit effect when he opened the door and we went in to see if he was OK ...

Consider also by this stage I was a third year student who had seen (and smelled) a LOT, and was considered to be unflappable (I was always cleaning up after others when most people were gagging and staying away).
Nope, I barely made it to the toilet less than 10 metres away before I desecrated the basin, as someone else was already talking to God on the big white phone just inside.

Took us half a day to clean him and his room up, all the while with wet handkerchiefs over our noses. Had to swap half his carpet tiles out and distribute them over a bunch of other blocks after we cleaned them. Still took weeks for the smell to properly dissipate and the cleaning ladies never entered his room again.
This post has been edited by Sombra: 23 October 2010 - 09:11 AM