dad breathing
When your breath smells like a mix of old socks, expired coffee, and a lifetime of bad decisions. It’s like your dad’s breath and your grandpa’s breath had a baby and it took up residence in your mouth.
My breath was so bad, my kid ran out of the room screaming like I’d just turned into a monster.
I had to hold my breath for five minutes just to survive the coffee breath of doom.
My breath was so nasty, my dog refused to come near me for the rest of the day.