Must start this chapter about the history or lack thereof of Smelly ock Sheath. Shelly ock Sheath is/was a member of the old flock. Sort of a throwback from the 50's and Dukes of Hazzard. Didn't have the gumption to date, find females or significant others ( I hear he was encombered briefly from another location - twilight zone probably, but that too, passed). It was amazing how much dumb could be packaged in one human. HE was offensive, what he said was offensive, how he acted was offensive, and beyond that, he wore smelly ocks. Gratefully, he has passed (not died, moved) but still shows his intelligence online trying to be the great and wonderful wizard of idiocy. The all knowing and all "been there".
In his mind, he lusted. In his heart, he lusted. In reality, he had the hots for a woman who was in an alternative relationship all hot and heavy and he was too lacking to see it and realize it, thus leading to his broken heart (and still his smelly ocks.) Guess his mama never told him not to leave the house with dirty undies less he get run over by a truck and end up in the hospital. So Sad.
There is/was one more in the same caliber, who is long gone (thank the Goddess) who had the desire to wear women's panty hose. I am struggling with which name to give him - other than Millhouse, which I frequently called him. I shared an apartment with him for a few months due to financial reasons (my apartment) and really got a wake up call into male behaviors and weird. I hated using the toilet after him due to him leaving "butt squeekins" on the seat.... I bought handi wipes and washed it prior to my using it.
Men evidently like to get hands on therapy early of a morning. As the apartment was an efficienty, there were two beds (full) on each side of the room, and other furniture between, to afford some privacy. I kept wondering why the kleenexes were going so quickly, and one day, cleaning the apartment, found little balls of kleenex stuffed behind his bed and around the headboard. I hope we are on the same wave length... I cleaned it all up and when he came in, told him I had gotten rid of his little rats nest.
A few days later, I woke up (weekend) and he never got in until almost daylight on the weekends, out playing little games running the streets - and he was in bed making slight noises. After I had cleaned the rats next, some of the furniture had been moved and never repositioned, and unfortunately, he was in view. OMG! Rather than jump up and holler he would go blind, I just remained silent, faking sleep until he reached for another kleenex before I nailed him to put it in the damn trash bag!
I'd seen the actual deed done years prior when working in an institution and happened to walk in on someone on the toilet doing his deed. With my roommate, it made the term "choking the chicken" a definite truism. He was poorly endowed and not circumcised and had the foreskin pulled out WAY over his member which did resemble a chicken neck, prior to using the kleenex. He was supposedly gay or bi, but have not to this day figured out how he made physical contact. I did ask once and he gave a song and dance about lying aside someone and so forth. Makes me think of the little Taco Bell dogs hunching your legs! YUCK! Do you think????
Needless to say, I have been highly celibate since those days, except for a few minor infractions, and definitely NONE toward that aspect or person!
Anyway, back to Smelly ock. Thankfully, he has flown the coop, I heard there was an opposite sex with him briefly; however, evidently the odiferous mal parts ran her off, or she got a dose of intelligence and left. He now blurbs and bandstands occasionally, trying to baffle everyone with his bullcrap of intelligence. His ockie doodles remain a mystery. Is it ock rot or is it stinky feet? Only his shoes know for sure!
