Halitosis Stories

DISCLAIMER: I should NOT be the person to criticize someone's dental hygiene. I have a significant amount of visible dental issues that I'm aware of. It's a flaw that I'm addressing and I know that it's not attractive. I wouldn't want to date the person that fantasizes about making out with a mouth full of rotting teeth. That's probably a fetish somewhere in this crazy world. I'm open minded, but I can't jump on the GGG bandwagon for that. That being said, I recently dated someone with bad breath. His odoriferous breath wafted across the diner booth, while I ate my egg white omelette and because I thought he was cute and funny, I decided to ignore it and hope it was just an odor-off day for him. We had several dates after that, and his malignant breath never improved. (I must be glutton for dragon's breath punishment.) Our short-lived romance ended for reasons other than bad breath. I'm feeling resentful and wounded, so I'd like to share the poem that he (and his breath) inspired.

why tornadoes happen: Greek edition!

A borrowed angel on earth, just for me.

Yes we all know that life is unfair, cruel and sick but there are certain things that we always question ourselves if we really deserve to have it. Life gives us tough challenges that we would endure for years and years not knowing the solution or answer to get rid of it. WHY ME?

Halitosis - or chronic bad breath - is something that mints, mouthwash or a good brushing can't solve.

Alternative timeline? future in a pyramid studded agropolis? remember to not. please read while inattentive or otherwise impaired, you can not "burn after reading", delete, or eat any of this. Our fickle memories are the best defence we have.