Smelly fat ruined my favorite throw blanket. They ruin everything.   Roommate has a new friend, this 250+ porker.  She's gross.  Always has flip flops on and her nasty beetus toes are on full display.  She smells like stale grease covered with this strange really cheap smelling cotton candy body spray.  No it isn't just the smell from eating cotton candy every day, which I'm sure she does, but I've seen her take this pink spray can out of her bag and re-douse herself like three times in one hour.  You know, so she's nice and fresh.  -.- Anyway I have since learned my lesson but when he first brought this fupa monster over it was a surprise to me.  I usually like how nice and inviting our house is, and I used to keep a fuzzy blanket draped over the back of the sofa.  I wish it hadn't looked inviting that day, because this beast had the blanket spread over her belly and upper thighs (mind you when I used to use it, it could cover me from right under my bust down to my feet and I'm 5'7).  I didn't say anything because I'm actually a polite person but after she left and my roommate was in his room, I carefully picked the blanket up from where it had been more or less crumpled in a corner of the couch, and my lord.  The stench.  Like sweat and cooking oil and barbecue sauce (from the wings she ordered from Pizza Hut) and like...a nasty, dirty, neglected vagina smell.  Like she hadn't washed herself properly in weeks.  With a slight, sickly-sweet fake cotton candy body spray top note. I threw the blanket out.