By David Leonhardt
"Pee-ew! You smell like a skunk soaking in sardine nectar for a week."
OK, so I can be a little candid every now and then. It's not something I would say to Attila the Hun during a pre-battle pep rally. But it was not Attila the Hun standing in front of me. It was just my buddy Bart.
"Pee-ew! You have bad breath."
So when the phone rang that night, the last person I expected to greet me in a cheery voice was Bad Breath Bart. "Hey, Happy Guy. I'm feeling great," he said. "Want to guess why?"
"You just won the gold medal for the ten-meter turkey toss?"
"Nope," he replied. "But thanks for the tip. I'll start training for it tomor View the rest of this article
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