Dada Duty
The worst kind of human who smells like old cheese and never stops talking about his own breath.
My uncle is the Dada Duty. He comes over every week and talks about his breath for an hour.
The Dada Duty sat next to me on the bus and made me want to throw up.
At the grocery store, the Dada Duty was talking to the cashier about his breath and his dead goldfish.