Back to school again; working in my maths book on equations, an old school friend comes and asks if I’ve done it. I think that I have done it. Not wanting to seem reluctant to share answers i tell her to pass me my blue workbook on the chest of drawers in my bedroom. When I look in the workbook, whilst still laying in bed, I realise that there is one question that I have not completed. When I flick through I see a piece of graph paper with the equations and answers. I think to myself the teacher must be stupid for not realising that we’ve done this exercise before. Later, dad comes in and starts berating me for having bad breath in front of my friend, asking if I did not realise that at a recent function they were calling me ’stinky filthy’. I think of how people must have been saying ’she’s a good looking girl with bad breath’. Oh the embarassment. I go in quest of some Clorets (multipack) but all around me are retail wholesalers and sandwich shops (I am further fooled by ones that have crisps in the display window). I can’t find Clorets anywhere but there’s morphing posters of Destiny’s Child documenting their humble beginnings in the world of entertainment. This whole thing may have been fueled by the Flavor Flav show (Flavor of Love). During one show whilst wearing his tradmark oversized clock round his neck he told one contestant about her stanky breath and advised her to go see a dentist. I was clearly deeply distrubed by this programme.
Clearly, where halitosis is concerned rap, R’n'B and Hip-hop heads are not prepared to mince their words.
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It’s always no fun talking to people with Bad Breath. I wonder how the best way to offer gum or a mint would be. Some get offended when you try to do so.