As for "beer-breath" as a name, it's substantially better than the somewhat older young lady I once, briefly, and to no end (if you get my drift) dated, who my esteemed friend Clark designated as "Barn Breath," for her smoking and drinking coffee.
She showed up in Architectural History class at some point with bandages all over the insides of her wrists. Not over me, needless to say.
Clark claimed to have dated "Miss Seat Cover," but I never had the pleasure of making her acquaintance.
Ralph
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