“T’is the Season for Halitosis”

Writer Jonathan Ames (What’s Not to Love: The Adventures of a Mildly Perverted Young Writer) reports on his recent holiday party experiences:

I was assaulted with so much bad breath that I feel I’ve gone through four years’ worth of dental school and I’m ready to hang a shingle. I imagine that must be one of the first things dentists have to be trained for and screened for — ability to withstand halitosis. There’s probably some kind of machine they put young dentists in front of which blows bad-breath fragrances into their faces until they’re immune, kind of like what they did to that fellow in Clockwork Orange, but in reverse.

(Via Gawker.)


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