Kyalesyin

Seems these days you can't eat ANYTHING. Head, this is my desk. Desk, meet my head. I think you'll get along. *WHACK*

Nope, at least, I hope not. Its not quite the diabetic smell. At least, she smells nothing like my sisters and my grandparents did. They always smelled much sweeter. My chemistry proffessor suggested that its the smell of her stomach lining breaking down from the gluten damage, which is a chilling...

My wife glutened herself a few weeks back, and about two days after she did it, she developed the most foul case of halitosis. I mean, to the stage of me having to lie with my back to her [we normally sleep holding hands.] Trying to describe the smell is hard. Part dead roadkill, part super dark...