"Years ago, in the Navy, we were at sea and bored, so we had a gross-out contest. There was this one guy who was dared to eat the waste from another guy's electric razor, which he hadn't cleaned for some time. He agreed to do it for $50. The deal was he had to swallow it all or he wouldn't get paid. The razor was opened and emptied on a table. We watched as he ate the whole pile of disgusting hair, dead skin and dirt. We were howling with laughter and retching simultaneously. He finished all of it, swallowed it and was paid the $50. He immediately ran to the heads (toilet) and threw up" (Source).
"Once, I was in Paris with my wife, my sister in law and her husband - let's call him V. On the platform of the subway, a drunk and stumbling bum nibbled a remnant of pizza. Suddenly the pizza fell from his hands and ended up on the ground, of course on the side of the sauce, but he calmly picked it up and went on eating. When the train came the bum followed and sat next to us, in front of V, while continuing to eat pizza. At one point we saw the bum offer his pizza to V, and despite the screams of his wife, he accepted and ate it. Following the bitter reproaches of his wife he replied that he could not refuse the pizza because the bum's feelings could have been hurt" (Source).
"Years ago when I was at Uni, I went flatting with a mate. We found a nice 4 bdrm place so advertised for 2 flatmates. The first was few years older than us, a decent enough bloke. The second one though was...unique. He was an unemployed clown. You read right: an unemployed clown (until then I wasn't aware one could choose what vocation to be unemployed in. I became an unemployed star ship captain for a while).
We soon found out the reason why he was unemployed: He was unemployable. Unemployable because he had only a very passing acquaintance to personal hygiene. He only showered once a fortnight (2 weeks). That wasn't the worst. He would wear the same clothes for the entire fortnight. That wasn't the worst. He would wear the same underwear for the entire fortnight. We found this out when he finally washed his clothes after 6 weeks: there were only 3 pairs of underwear on the line (we hoped he was wearing a 4th). THAT wasn't the worst. He used to do the most odorous of stools. He would spend an hour or more ensconced on the throne, stinking the entire house out. When he had finished emptying his bowels he would exit with the toilet unflushed. Even that wasn't the worst!
The worst was he would not only not flush, he wouldn't wipe or wash his hands. There would just be a big log sitting there for whichever of us other three would use the toilet after him. No toilet paper, just stool. He was an unemployed clown who would wear the same clothes for a fortnight, including the same pair of underpants and never cleaned his balloon knot nor washed his hands. Let that sink in for a moment and imagine just how badly he stunk from about day 3 onwards. And how disgusting the shower was after he finally showered (which, of course, he never thought to clean).
He gave us all worms: an unexpected treat. We all took worming pills but he refused: he actually thought we had caught worms from showering so often and as a result started showering even less often than previously. He was now down to a shower every 3 weeks. We ended up breaking up the worming tablet into his food, as you would any dumb animal.
His lack of personal hygiene resulted in him getting a yeast infection. Until then I had no idea a man could get a yeast infection. The more you know! He would sit right next to the heater which resulted in the lounge carrying the pleasant odour of cooked rotten fungus and hot poop. He finally went to a doctor about his yeast infection and was told he needed to shower more often. So he started showering every 10 days...yeah, like that worked.
Whenever we tried to broach the subject about his questionable hygiene regimen, he would get upset, accuse us of bullying him and hide in his room for several days. We finally couldn't stand it any longer and told him the house had been sold and we all had a week to vacate. He left and we didn't. It took almost a month of cleaning, airing and lighting scented candles & incense in his lair to clear the stench" (Source).
"Some years ago when I was at the Frequency Festival (a well known festival here in Austria) I saw a guy kissing a girl while holding a big can of beer in his hands. Suddenly they stopped kissing - the girl puked into the bottle he was holding. Then they started kissing again and after they finished kissing the guy drank his beer as nothing happened. Yeah... That was some gross s--t" (Source).
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"When I was in grade school, I was in line at lunch. I got my food, and another boy named Hunter got his food as well. We went out into the cafeteria and stopped by the cart of utensils to get forks and spoons. Hunter reached in and picked out a handful of spoons, licked about a dozen of them, and shoved them back into the container. He turned to me and said, 'I hope you don't get one of the ones that I licked" (Source).
"I was an OTR trucker. I lived on the road for weeks at a time. I saw plenty of dirty stuff living that life. The one that sticks out in my mind happened in West Memphis Arkansas. There was a McDonald's that had a large dirt truck lot in back. This was a good option to park if the truck stop was full, as it was this day. I ended up there for the afternoon, waiting for my delivery time that evening. It was maybe 3:30 PM.
I am sitting in the cab, watching the lot and listening to the CB radio. There were a few lot lizards about, as was normal in West Memphis (lot lizards are truck stop prostitutes, usually very dirty, some of the most unfortunate people I have ever seen). It was normal to see girls jumping from truck to truck plying their wares and making friends.
There was a Werner truck right in front of mine on the other side of the aisle. Out pops a haggard looking middle aged woman, disheveled and looking like she had been rode hard and put away wet one too many times. Anyway, here is the dirty part. She walked over to a large puddle in the middle of the aisle, squatted over it and splashed that horrible muddy mess up into her pudenda. She proceeded to rinse and repeat with that terrible muddy parking lot water. This was a quick but deliberate action. She clearly knew what she was doing. She then stood up, smoothed her mini-skirt, and calmly walked over to a JB Hunt truck and climbed in. Of all the dirty things I saw in those years on the road, this is the one that stands out in my mind. I wonder how she is doing today" (Source).
"Back when I was in school there was a girl that was just...off. She was totally socially awkward, nerdy, and really quite obnoxious. There are plenty of strange tales concerning her, but this one stands out amongst the rest as it was, well, gross.
One day I was sitting in class, across and a couple rows back from her. She caught my eye because she was glancing around as though she was making sure nobody was watching her. Of course, this made me pay closer attention.
She leaned over, unzipped her backpack, and reached inside. She paused long enough to give one more look to make sure everyone was still oblivious, and then pulled out a sandwich-sized ziplock bag. It was half filled with some sort of liquid that was laced with swirls of various shades of dark greenish, yellowish, brownish colors. I had just started to ponder on what it could possibly be when she opened it and spit a large, slimy loogie inside. It hung from her lip for a couple seconds before she pinched it off and let it plop into her sludge collection, sealed the baggie, put back in her backpack, and gave one final look around to see if anyone had witnessed her disgusting habit.
This girl carried a bag of her own phlegm around with her, and judging by the volume of human ooze inside it, she had been working on this particular collection for at least a few days" (Source).
"This happened a long time back when I was 17 years old. I used to walk from home when I went to school. Every day on the corner of the sidewalk I always saw this beggar sitting there and asking people for money. One day, I was walking down the street and I saw this guy smiling at me. I smiled back at him, then I noticed that he's doing something with his hand. When I look down, I was really shocked when I saw that he was playing with himself while giving me a creepy smile. My emotions that day is unexplainable. It's a mix of emotions. I was scared and disgusted at the same time" (Source).
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"I am a real estate investor and during the '90s I bought houses. 3 are very memorable.
House 1. Owner responded to an ad that I buy houses any condition. They were living in the house and had decided to move. On the phone they told me it was in terrible condition. I bought anything so I went to look. They had 2 parrots that they kept in the living room. The cage was hanging from the ceiling with no cage bottom. Parrot poop had piled up on the carpet at least a foot high. The smell inside was unbelievable. The parrot poop was not the worst problem, flies and roaches were far worse. There were flies and maggots everywhere. It was hard to breath because of the flies. The tens of thousands of roaches were everywhere and eating everything. They were eating the latex paint off the walls, eating drywall. There were roach egg casings in every corner and crevice, on every surface, every wall and ceiling and in every duct.
House 2. Another owner responded to an ad, He was also living in the house and he was a hoarder. If you have ever seen the TV show hoarders this is what it looked like. Several houses I bought looked like that but this one had the added bonus of major roof leaks. Every room in the house leaked except the dining room. He lived in the dining room on top of 4 foot high piles of newspapers and magazines. There was a huge mold problem. Mold on junk, mold on walls, mold on ceilings. Different color molds. I didn't stay inside long as it was a bio hazard.
House 3. This was a foreclosure. The outside looked good but I had never seen the inside until I bought it. No one else had seen the inside either. The previous owner had 2 pit bulls and had decided to abandon them inside the house. The idiots had opened a 50 lb bag of food and left the toilet seats up for water and left a kiddie pool with water in it. The food was gone, toilets were empty. Nasty water in the pool. There were hundreds of dog poop piles spread out literally everywhere so they had been there a long time. One of the dogs died and was a stinking mess. The other dog was alive but barely. Animal control removed him. I always wondered about the people that do this kind of stuff until I read that 18.5% of the population in the US has some form of mental illness" (Source).
"When I was 17 I was living with my aunt and cousin. I found out real quick that my cousin had a heroin addiction. He warned me not to use his razor as he had Hep C and followed on with his story about his battle trying to get off heroin.
Part of the program he was in was methadone treatment, which meant he went to the pharmacy every day and they gave him a hit of methadone (helps with withdrawals) orally mixed with orange juice. They would then watch him swallow the mixture even check in his mouth to make sure it was gone and send him on his way. Problem was his girlfriend couldn't get on the same program.
Here is the yuck bit. His girlfriend would wait in the car park with a plastic cup and my cousin would vomit his mixture and whatever else into it and she would hungrily swallow it down. Then she made a very satisfied noise and couldn't care less that I just witnessed it" (Source).
"I met a gal and we started dating, the dating side was 'meh' at best but we were both equally kinky and explorative so decided to be friends-with-benefits and explore our collective kinks and fetishes together. Getting together once or twice a week for fun times. She was quite submissive and I'm mostly dominant so that worked out nicely. We explored cupping, wax, pain, master-slave, the fetish bucket list one could say. It was fun and whatever one of us thought up was fair game to discuss and most likely try. The dirtiest thing we did that became a 'staple' was ATM.
The first time it was quite unexpected, at least from my side of the equation. I had just finished in her backdoor and was catching my breath when she spun around like a honey badger and didn't even hesitate to look me in the eye and suck to her heart's content. I was shocked to say the least but figured 'She's ok with it, it doesn't harm me, this feels good, so alrighty then.' And mind you I didn't always make a clean exit, but she didn't care.
Exploration progressed to her asking me to pee on her while she took care of herself in the bathtub. Not my bag but... how many times is someone going to be able to pee on someone and get away with it? So I started chugging water while we played, when the time came she was more than eager and seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. *This is the dirtiest thing I've ever seen. Only happened twice.
I drew the line when one morning I had to go to the bathroom and she said 'when you're done can you let me wipe for you?' Yeah, not gonna happen" (Source).
"I have seen men m* in the New York train system and throw their happy juice into the face of another passenger. I have seen a woman lift her skirt and urinate right in front of me and about 25 other seated people in the metro car on a sunny Sunday afternoon. I have seen a young man slide his pants off while on a line at the supermarket in front of me and watched a turd come out from between his cheeks. But I can't shake the following off:
I was in the car with a friend. I have no recollection as to where we were coming from but he was dropping me off near my place. We had just finished shopping for a dinner he was hosting. It could have been a holiday, I really don't remember. I try not to.
He stopped off at a high-end bakery FACTORY to see if he could get fresh bread and very quickly came back with 5 or 6 baguettes. They were not wrapped. I said where did you get those? TELL ME WHERE YOU GOT THOSE! He never did.
OMG YOU PICKED THOSE OUT OF THEIR DUMPSTER, DIDN'T YOU!?????
He just stared straight into the road, like I wasn't even in the car!
He served those baguettes to his family and guests in his million dollar NY apartment that night" (Source).
"Maybe the dirtiest thing I have ever seen is gutter oil in China. I have watched people make this stuff, which is part of the reason I became strictly vegetarian in China and stopped eating out very often and no fried foods, except at foreign owned restaurants.
In China, restaurants eventually pour their used cooking oil into the street gutter when they are done with it, there are not established oil disposals facilities like in America. People in China pee and pooh in the street and sidewalk every day, and that gets washed into the gutter, as well as the dogs and cats and birds waste. There is also the oil from cars, trash, and general city pollution and all the heavy chemicals from various sources that washes into the gutters.
Every day at the early hours of the morning or even in broad daylight, entrepreneurial spirits will open the street covers and dip out the gutter contents with a large ladle and put it into buckets or even barrels if they have time. They will then filter out the large particles of waste and trash, then cook food in it. This is a nationwide issue. In 2015 about 750 Taiwanese food manufacturing facilities were discovered to be using gutter oil to reduce costs. The issue is so big that Baidu, the Chinese Google, has made smart chopsticks that will tell people if their food is contaminated. As the expats say TiC (This is China), meaning anything and everything happens in China" (Source).
"My wife and I were at IHOP and witnessed a lady put A1 on her plate, lick the top of the bottle around the threads, screw the top back on and then put it back on the table. Funny thing is that we ran into her at Home Depot later in the day. She was an employee" (Source).
"I worked for a carpet cleaning company that mainly serviced apartment complexes. Many apartment complexes pay to have the carpet cleaned for tenants who renew their lease. One day, I was assigned several lease renewal cleanings at the same complex. When I went to the leasing office to pick up keys, the manager-on-duty warned me about one of the apartments I'd be cleaning. She said the tenant was an extremely ill woman who struggled to keep her apartment presentable. The manager apologized in advance because this particular apartment was known to be very dirty.
Later that day, I knocked on the tenant's door, but nobody answered. I used the provided key to let myself in and yelled, 'Hello! Carpet cleaner! Anybody home?' No answer. I walked into the bedroom to find a wheezing, skeletal woman lying in the bed. It smelled horrendous. She was totally out of it and did not acknowledge my presence. In fact, I thought she was dead. After I made sure she was breathing, I glanced around the bedroom to see what I was dealing with. That's when I stumbled upon the filthiest thing I've ever seen.
On the far side of the bed was a massive, weeks-old pile of human vomit. Apparently, this woman was so ill, she'd regularly vomit right onto the floor next to her bed because she was unable to make it to the bathroom in time. Over and over again, she'd vomited directly onto the carpet in the exact same place. The stain was perhaps four feet around. The outer edges were dry and crusty. The middle portion was half-wet and opaquely gleaming, like cake batter that hasn't finished baking. I nearly added my own vomit to the pile. My normally strong stomach lurched and turned. I ran from the apartment and locked the door.
When I returned the keys to the leasing office, I told them I couldn't clean that apartment. I felt awful for the poor lady, but there was nothing I could do for her. As a mere carpet cleaner, I wasn't equipped or qualified to mitigate biological contamination of that degree. There are bio and haz-mat cleaners who specialize in that sort of thing, so I referred such a company to the manager. To this day, I have never seen anything so dirty, so shocking, so filthy. Truly disgusting. I have no idea what illness the lady had. I'm not sure if it was cancer or what, but it was bad enough that she couldn't get herself to the bathroom or clean up after herself. I have no idea how or why she lived alone" (Source).
"I was taking a leak in a rest room when a small kid ran to the stall next to me and start rubbing his hands up and down the inside of the urinal. I was stunned and thought, 'WTF is he doing,' but he ran outside just as I was about to say something.
A few seconds later, the same kid ran back in, this time with a friend. And now they are both wiping their palms inside the same urinal, and it dawned on me then, they were washing their hands and thought the urinal was some kind of bathroom sink with the water oozing out from top to bottom" (Source).
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