this reminds me of the time grandma quit smoking cigars and started vaping. shortly afterwards she started smelling really bad, like death on a stick mixed with essence of Rosie O'Donnell bad. apparently the kid at the vape shop told her that now that she's vaping she doesn't have to change her drawers because the vapor has "scrubbing bubbles". well this smell went on for months and just kept getting worse. once when we wheeled her out the trailer for some fresh air a flock of buzzards started circling overhead. well that was the titty limit! yes sir. after that the whole family gathered right then and there for an intervention and told her that if she didn't change her drawers and have a bath we'd stop coming over every week to moisturize her wig, change out her teeth, and sing them old bible hymns she loves so much.
omg did she have a fit. she started flailing in her wheelchair and rocking back and forth yellin', "AH GOT DA SCRUBBN BUBBAHS. HE TOLD ME AH GOT DA SCRUBBN BUBBAHS." she was in such a state that her teeth popped out and hit poor Miss. Tammy Wynette in the head and knocked her out cold. miss tammy wynette is her cat. anywho we'd finally had enough, i wheeled her into the bed of the pickup truck and drove her down to that vape shop, smell and all, and made that pockmarked little so 'n so tell her that he lied and that she needs to change her drawers because vapor doesn't envelope her body with the scrubbing bubbles.
oddly enough she took it kinda well, i mean he's still in the hospital but he's out of the coma, so she really held back considerin'. and now she's gone back to changing her drawers, and she let's us come over to wheel her out on the back porch to hose her down once a week just like old times so alls well now.
thanks for the laugh 
