I ran into a buddy coming back from lunch. We got on the elevator with some broad who works on one of the other floors. He smelled like he just ate road kill.
"What the hell is that smell?" I asked as the girl and I backed ourselves into the far corner of the elevator. "Your breath
reeks. What did you eat?"
"I ate at that Korean joint," He said unperturbed. "Come on, my breath is so fresh they should name a mint after it."
"Yeah?" I said. "How about excre-mint?"