Title: Stopping Bad Breath Bart Word Count: 741 Summary: There might be several ways to stop bad breath. Some of them might even be funny. But don't take my word for it, read on... Keywords: Article Body: "Pee-ew! You smell like a skunk soaking in sardine nectar for a week." <p> 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. <p> "Pee-ew! You have bad breath." <p> 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?" <p> "You just won the gold medal for the ten-meter turkey toss?" <p> "Nope," he replied. "But thanks for the tip. I'll start training for it tomorrow." <p> "OK, I give up. Why do you feel so great?" <p> "Because I discovered an easy way to stop bad breath," he declared. "Want to guess how?" <p> "You bought a book on stopping bad breath and you are following the instructions?" <p> "Sa-ay, that's a good idea," Bad Breath Bart said. "But that's not it. My plan is even simpler. I covered up my bad breath." <p> "Bart, that won't work. Since Julius Caesar first invaded Paris and declared 'Veni Vidi Vino', people have been trying to cover up their breath. But mint just is not strong enough." <p> <b>Editor's note:</b> I've already had my say on the great mint conspiracy in a previous column on <a href=http://turkiyespot.com/http://turkiyespot.com/thehappyguy.com/jelly-beans-or-toothpaste.html</a></a>>toothpaste and jelly beans</a>. <p> "Bingo!" he shouted. "Mint is too weak, so I found something stronger. Want to guess what?" <p> "You've been rinsing with five-week-old milk?" <p> "Nope." <p> "You've discovered that cologne is best taken internally?" <p> "Nope." <p> "You downed a bottle of vanilla extract, mistaking it for beer?" <p> "Nope." <p> This guessing game was giving me headaches and foot cramps. "I give up, Bart. What's your secret to stopping bad breath?" <p> "Garlic," he declared. <p> "Garlic?" <p> "Garlic. Now nobody can smell my bad breath, because all they smell is garlic," he beamed. <p> "Garlic?" <p> "Of course, there are some side effects," Bad Breath Bart noted. "For instance, my pet vampire has run away. And this afternoon I blew a kiss to my wife, and she slammed the door on my face." <p> "Can I offer an alternative, Bart? Something that won't put your nose in a cast every time you get the irresistible urge to blow at your wife?" <p> "Sure." <p> "Try using some mouthwash with cetylpyridinium chloride in it. That always works for me." <p> "Wow. That's a mouthful," Bad Breath Bart exclaimed. <p> I was glad to have finally given Bad Breath Bart a mouthful that would actually help him cure his problem. I did not anticipate the call I would receive the very next evening. <p> "Hey, Happy Guy. Thanks for the tip," Bad Breath Bart said. "That cetlip... cettap... centapyr... That unpronounceable mouthwash ingredient is superb." <p> "Excellent!" I was thrilled that he had taken my advice and that it was working so well. <p> "Yeah. It really tastes great," he continued. <p> "Tastes great?" <p> "You bet. And so filling, too." <p> Suddenly I felt an ominous sensation closing in. "What do you mean by 'filling'?" <p> "After taking that cetilp... cettep... certip... that unpronounceable concoction, I don't feel hungry anymore," he explained. <p> "Bart, what did you put in that concoction?" <p> "Oh, the usual – ten scoops of ice cream, a cup or two of milk, a bag of chocolate chips, half a banana, some corn flakes, a wombat's ear and the juice out of the maraschino cherry jar," he responded. <p> "But that won't stop your bad breath." <p> "Oops. I also added that cetip... cetpe... certilp... that unpronounceable ingredient," he added. "It sure tasted good." <p> Just then, my wife entered the room. "Honey, I just made you one of your favorite banana-strawberry milkshakes," she said with a smile. <p> I looked at the glass she placed in my hand. I looked at it from the top. I looked at it from the bottom. I looked all around it. <p> "What are you looking for," she asked. <p> I knew she would not believe me. "Chocolate chips and corn flakes."