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Experiment Shows Not Washing Jeans for 15 Months is Disgusting But Safe
dbune writes "Young people who argue with their parents over wearing the same pair of smelly jeans can now cite the work of a 20-year old University of Alberta student who wore the same jeans for 15 months straight. From the article: 'Josh Le wore the same pair of jeans to break in the raw denim, so it would wrap the contours of his body, leaving distinct wear lines. He had his textile professor test the jeans for bacteria before washing them for the first time.
The results showed high counts of five different kinds of bacteria, but nothing in the range of being considered a health hazard."
Here's the reason:
He moved out of his mom's basement and didn't visit home for 15 months. He explained away his stinky jeans as a science experiment. ;)
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I was my clothes because I want to smell nice. Not because I am afraid of getting sick from them.
The salt from your sweat (over time) will build up on the fabric of the pants, and then when you walk it will start to chafe your skin. It can be quite painful.
"First they came for the slanderers and i said nothing."
Did he botch the results when he repeatedly threw his jeans in a freezer?
When his jeans got a bit funky smelling, Le's solution was to put them in the freezer. "There were times when it had a bad odour, like in the seventh month," he said. "That's when I threw it in the freezer and magically when it came out it was odourless."
I know very little about microbiology, but could that have significantly affected growth rates of all/certain types of bateria or killed them altogether?
Article indicated he put the jeans into the freezer when they would start to stink. This would kill some of the bacteria and partially invalidates his test.
Now I never have to leave my parents' basement^W^W girlfriend's house due to health concerns! Take that, mom! Err, hot girlfriend that I definitely have! :D
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I have three pairs of jeans (I had four, but that's a long story). I bought them at the same time, 5-6 years ago. Only one of them ripped wide open at the crotch last year, so now I have only two. I wash(ed) them all regularly.
Obviously, you're buying shit tier quality jeans.
EWWWWW.... who let these canadians on our interwebs?
I absolutely LOVE that going from 4 pairs of jeans to only 3 pairs of jeans is a long story for you. Honestly... you, sir, just made my cube-dewlling day more tolerable.
Thank you.
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It was a dark and stormy night. I had just finished washing jeans #2 which I had bought 4-5 years earlier, and inspected them. Being better than shit tier quality, they were, as expected, still in good condition. Even the crotch was in good condition and showed no signs that it might dramatically fail at some inconvenient time. As is typical for dark and story nights, there was a conspicous lack of sunlight and very high humidity, so I knew the jeans would not dry on the line outside. I put them into the dryer, along with some other clothes, and I was careful to add a fabric softener sheet as well. Just as the dryer started rumbling, I heard the phone ring.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Kyrio, this is Reeno."
I was ecstatic. "Hey Reeno!! Good to hear from you finally! What have you been up to?" I had not heard from Reeno in a very long time. We had a falling out many years ago, over some dumb topic like jean quality tiers or something, but that was all water under the bridge, now.
"Well, I have been writing a novel."
"No shit, really?! What's it about?" I was intrigued.
"Oh, I don't think I can sum it up very briefly. Here, let me read it to you."
#include "war and peace.txt"
As Reeno's scratchy voice managed to croak out the final words, I noticed the sunlight shining through the window next to my phone charger (the batteries had long ago failed) and the eery silence that had so long dominated the house after the dryer had finished. What was there to say? I didn't have the heart to tell Reeno that his novel sounded an awful lot like another one written by Tolstoy. It was a very awkward situation -- awkward like realizing that you're not wearing any pants. I went to the dryer and took out good ol' reliable jeans #2.
"Well, Reeno, that's quite a story. I'm glad you called. But I need to go now. Later, dude!"
"Good bye, Kyrio," he said, and I pressed the "END" button on the phone.
Exhausted, I walked out my door into the bright and calm day. A pity; the line would certainly be able to dry my jeans now, but there was no need. That's when I noticed that the storm had blown down the drying line. I bent down to pick up the end so that I could re-tie it, when to my annoyance, there was a terrible ripping sound and the brisk air blew into my crotch.
"Oh no! Jeans #2! Noooo!!" I wailed. I know that some people buy shit tier quality jeans, so they never grow attached to their garments during their ephemeral lifetimes, but it's different for me. I had these jeans for half a decade! Crying and heartbroken, I ran back into the house and picked up the phone.
"Reeno! My jeans! I'm down from four pairs to only three," I brokenly told him through sobs.
"Oh my god! What happened?!"
"It's a long story," I began, and that's when I heard it. The bastard was laughing at me. Laughing!
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