Coming home from a long sweaty day out and about, I wander into the living room wearing a pair of black tight shiny pants and a black silky shirt with an open front. I have a look on my face that says I'm smelling something truly awful. I pull open my shirt a bit and give my pit a whiff, only to recoil in disgust! Then my eyes land on you... I exclaim how happy I am that you are home because I need your help with something. "I don't know what's going on," I say in an almost hushed tone, "but my armpits smell like food... Rotting food!". Before you can even react to my statement, I grab ... Show more