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Saturday 25th October
An anonymous friend has sent a clipping from the newspaper, and it
certainly gives one pause. A toothpaste company tested the breath of
Britons and found their exhalations could, in many cases, knock an
experienced gull from his perch at the back of a feces barge in a heat
wave. Three out of five women who were tested failed sulfur emissions
tests and the never-to-be-laid again dentist quoted, one Brian Grieveson,
remarked, quite uncharitably: "Some mouths may be dirtier than cat
litter." Oh, dear. When I was performing an organic adenoidectomy on Kylie
Minogue in London last month in a rear snuggery at The Bunch Of Grapes, I
only caught a faint undertaste of hepatitis, Uday Hussein's still-hampered
black socks, blended with a tangy noseful of burning tires, but instead of
kicking up a fuss and urging her to begin brushing her tongue as the
article suggests, I let myself go with the moment, like any
self-respecting shag-nasty. I recommend all right-thinking males do the
same.
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