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B.o.t Energy
That person who smells like a moldy sock and thinks they're the vibe. They're the reason the whole room starts to cry.
He walked in and said, 'I'm here to make this epic,' and the only thing epic was the smell.
She came to the concert and the crowd started to run for their lives.
He sat next to me in the restaurant and the waiter brought a fan.
B.o.b.a.f.u.b.
A big, ugly, smelly woman who makes your nose hurt just by walking by.
My cousin’s aunt walked in and I instantly wanted to cry.
The lunch lady at school is a B. O. B. A. F. U. B.
My mom’s best friend is a B. O. B. A. F. U. B. and she eats cheese for breakfast.
B.o.b.a.f.u.b.
A woman so ugly she could scare a ghost and make it run away screaming.
That woman at the mall looked like she was born in a trash can.
My neighbor’s dog ran away when he saw her.
My teacher’s sister is a B. O. B. A. F. U. B. and she wears socks with sandals.
B.o.b.a.f.u.b.
A woman so fat and ugly she could take down a wrestling team by herself.
She sat down and the chair broke like it was weak.
She walked in and the whole class laughed.
She ate a whole pizza and still looked like a B. O. B. A. F. U. B.
B.o.b.a.f.u.b.
A woman so ugly she could make a dragon cry and a troll run for his life.
She came into the room and my dog hid under the couch.
She wore a dress and it looked like it was trying to escape.
She walked by and my brother turned into a tomato.
B.o.b.a.f.u.b.
A woman so big and ugly she could be a monster in a horror movie and no one would believe it was real.
She walked in and I thought I was watching a horror movie.
She sat down and the floor creaked like it was in pain.
She ate a whole cake and still looked like a B. O. B. A. F. U. B.
B.o.b.a.f.u.b.
A woman so ugly she could make a clown cry and a vampire run away screaming.
She came into the room and my brother fainted.
She wore a hat and it looked like it was trying to leave.
She walked by and my dog ran out of the house.
B.i.B (Blanket in the Butt)
A whole day wasted on the couch, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito. You don’t care about life, your mom, or why your pants are still on from yesterday. B. i. B is the best way to recover from being a human.
My B. i. B started at 9 AM and ended at 5 PM. I didn’t even notice my cat died.
I was so deep in my B. i. B I forgot to eat. My stomach screamed at me.
I spent my B. i. B watching cat videos and eating cereal for dinner.
B.i.B (Blanket in the Butt)
You’re so lazy you’re wrapped in a blanket like a dead body. You don’t get up, you don’t talk, and you don’t even bother to brush your teeth. B. i. B is the best revenge against the world.
My B. i. B was so good I forgot my own name. My dog walked in and I didn’t even acknowledge it.
I did my B. i. B in pajamas, with pizza for breakfast, and I didn’t move until noon.
I did my B. i. B for three days straight. My mom called me a ghost.
B.i.B (Blanket in the Butt)
A day where you’re so comfy you don’t even know your own name. You’re wrapped in a blanket, eating chips, and you don’t care if the world ends. B. i. B is the best way to be a total waste of space.
I did my B. i. B and forgot to do my laundry. My room looked like a war zone.
I did my B. i. B on Saturday and Sunday. My brain was so tired I couldn’t think straight.
I did my B. i. B while watching videos of people fighting. I didn’t even care.
B.Z.H.R.
B. Z. H. R. is the British Zombie Holocaust Register. It’s a fancy way of keeping track of the few losers who didn’t get bit or eaten during the zombie takeover of the UK.
My cousin got on the list. He had to fight a zombie with a spatula.
My mum was on the list. She bit a zombie and lived to tell the tale.
I tried to join. They said I was too slow and had bad breath.
B.Z.H.R.
B. Z. H. R. is a list of the British people who didn’t get turned into zombies. It’s basically a brag sheet for the living and the slightly less gross.
My dog got on the list. He ate a zombie and didn’t even flinch.
My brother was on the list. He got bit but refused to die.
I tried to join. My zombie friend said I was too annoying to keep alive.
B.Z.H.R.
B. Z. H. R. is the list of British survivors who got through the zombie apocalypse without getting turned into a smelly snack.
My neighbor got on the list. He ran over a zombie with a lawnmower.
My teacher was on the list. She taught a zombie how to do long division.
I tried to join. I got bit and now I’m a zombie. I hate the list.
B.Y.S.
B. Y. S. means you're so dumb you made your brain explode.
My cousin tried to solve a math problem and B. Y. S. it was the worst thing I ever saw.
My friend said the sky was green and I had to B. Y. S. him for being an idiot.
I told my dog I was a genius and he B. Y. S. me because he knows I’m full of crap.
B.Y.S.
B. Y. S. is when you yell at someone so hard you forget your own name.
My mom B. Y. S. my brother for eating the last cookie and now she can't remember her own name.
I B. Y. S. my teacher for giving me a pop quiz and now I can't remember my own name.
My dog B. Y. S. the mailman and now I can't remember my own name.
B.Y.S.
B. Y. S. is when you’re so broke you can’t even afford your own dignity.
My brother B. Y. S. because he spent all his money on candy and now he’s broke and ashamed.
I B. Y. S. because I tried to buy a pizza and only had 50 cents.
My dog B. Y. S. because he tried to buy a bone and only had 10 cents.
B.Y.O.S.S
A rule that says you gotta bring your own stat sheet so you don’t look like a clueless idiot when the game starts. No excuses, no fake stats, just pure embarrassment.
DM: 'You forgot your stat sheet again. I’m gonna have to call you 'Dumbass' for the whole session.'
Player: 'I brought my stat sheet… and my mom’s phone.'
GM: 'I’m not letting you play if you don’t bring your own stat sheet. I’ve had enough of your nonsense.'
B.Y.O.S.S
When you're supposed to show up ready to fight, not with a bunch of scribbles on a napkin. Bring your own stat sheet or be prepared to get roasted.
Player: 'I brought my stat sheet… and a bag of chips. I’m gonna need that.'
GM: 'If you don’t bring your own stat sheet, I’ll make you fight a goblin with a pencil.'
Friend: 'You showed up with a crayon. I’m not even going to pretend I care.'
B.Y.O.S.S
A rule that says if you don’t bring your own stat sheet, you’re going to get yelled at, cursed at, and possibly banned from the game.
GM: 'You didn’t bring your stat sheet. I’m going to curse you for the rest of the week.'
Player: 'I brought my stat sheet… and my dog. He’s also playing.'
Friend: 'I got yelled at for not bringing my stat sheet. I now hate my life.'
B.Y.O.S.S
A game rule that forces you to bring your own stat sheet or you’re going to be mocked, humiliated, and possibly turned into a goblin.
Player: 'I brought my stat sheet, but I also brought my baby sister. She’s playing too.'
GM: 'You didn’t bring your stat sheet. I’m making you wear a hat that says 'I’m a clueless idiot.'
Friend: 'I got turned into a goblin because I forgot my stat sheet. It was the worst.'
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