RecipeMuncher

I forgot to tell you two things about my recent trip to Boston. 1. On one of the flights to Boston, Eric and I sat behind a man who had the worst breath I have ever smelled in my life. It was awful. I’ve never experienced anything like it. He slept most of the flight with his mouth open, and Eric and I could hardly breath. It smelled like an animal crawled into his mouth and died. We literally were about to get sick because of the smell. I was this close to offering him a piece of (...)