In my last job, I worked with a bloke with horrific halitosis
My colleagues whinged for ages about it, but they didn't like him anyway, so I took their comments with a pinch of salt. Until a desk-move meant he sat next to me.
He was fine while we both sat facing our respective computer screens, but when he turned to ask me a question I'd get hit by a wall of stench, a mixture of off milk and battery acid. it was genuinely eye-watering.
After a while, I could stand it no more so one day I leant over to him, and very quietly said
'Mate, I don't to be horrible, but your breath really mings' and gave him an apologetic smile. He winced and said something about a tooth infection or something, and we went back to work.
From that day on, he brushed his teeth a few times a day at work, and everyone liked him a little bit better.
I appreciate this isn't particularly funny, but it just goes to show, sometimes a direct approach works.
( mictoboy shitting in your cunt since, Thu 10 Jan 2013, 21:50, 1 reply)

yeah
I reckon I'd prefer someone to tell me if I was honking.
( 4Q just lurking, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 1:15, closed)