Discover Slang

B.Y.O.P.
Bring Your Own Phone; you can’t expect to text people if you don’t bring your own phone.
I forgot my phone at home and had to borrow my friend’s for the whole party.
Why do I need my own phone? My friend’s phone is louder.
I brought my own phone, but I forgot my own brain.
B.Y.O.N.A.D
Bring Your Own Non-Alcoholic Drink, a stupid rule made by cheap parents who think soda is a luxury.
My mom made me bring my own soda. I had to drink Sprite all night. I was literally a Sprite machine.
The party was called 'B. Y. O. N. A. D.' and I showed up with a Gatorade. I was the only one who didn't get drunk.
My friend got in trouble for bringing a juice box. It was a juice box. It was not a crime.
B.Y.O.N.A.D
Bring Your Own Non-Alcoholic Drink, because the host is too broke to buy real drinks and just wants to save money.
The host said, 'You have to bring your own drink or you can't come.' I brought a bottle of water and was still made fun of.
I brought a whole 2-liter of soda and got called a 'soda monster.'
My sister brought a milkshake and got kicked out. That's not fair.
B.Y.O.N.A.D
Bring Your Own Non-Alcoholic Drink, a rule made by people who are too cheap to buy alcohol and think soda is a fancy drink.
I brought a root beer and got called a 'soda snob.'
My friend showed up with a coffee and the whole party laughed at him.
I had to bring a sports drink and got called a 'hydration freak.'
B.Y.O.N.A.D
Bring Your Own Non-Alcoholic Drink, a trend that started because the kids were too broke to buy drinks and just wanted to save their allowance.
I had to bring my own soda to the party because I didn't have enough money for a drink.
My friend used her lunch money to buy a soda and brought it to the party.
I had to bring a juice box from home because I didn't have a dollar.
B.Y.O.N.A.D
Bring Your Own Non-Alcoholic Drink, a rule that makes kids feel like they're in a prison and not at a party.
I felt like I was in jail when I had to bring my own drink.
The rule was so strict, I brought my own soda just to escape.
I had to bring my own drink or I was going to be in trouble.
B.Y.O.N.A.D
Bring Your Own Non-Alcoholic Drink, a rule that makes kids feel like they're being treated like criminals for bringing a soda.
I felt like a criminal for bringing a soda to the party.
My friend was arrested for bringing a soda to the party. It was not a real arrest.
I brought a soda and got yelled at by the host. It was not fair.
B.Y.O.K.A
Bring Your Own Kool Aid is what Jim Jones should’ve said when he invited everyone to Jonestown but he messed it up by poisoning the Kool Aid and made everyone die a horrible death.
I brought my own Kool Aid to the party, but my friend brought a whole bottle of poison. Classic B. Y. O. K. A. disaster.
If Jim Jones had a sense of humor, he’d have said B. Y. O. K. A. instead of killing us all with his cursed Kool Aid.
My mom said she’d bring her own Kool Aid to the family reunion, but she brought a whole carton of rat poison. That’s B. Y. O. K. A. on steroids.
B.Y.O.K.A
B. Y. O. K. A. is like bringing your own drink to a party, but Jim Jones took it to the extreme by poisoning it and making everyone die in the worst way possible.
My friend tried to be cool by bringing his own Kool Aid, but it was so bad it was like drinking poison. B. Y. O. K. A. gone wrong.
I brought my own Kool Aid to the picnic, but my sister brought a whole jar of rat poison. That’s B. Y. O. K. A. with a side of death.
If I had known my Kool Aid was poisoned, I wouldn’t have brought it to the party. Classic B. Y. O. K. A. fail.
B.Y.O.K.A
B. Y. O. K. A. is when you bring your own Kool Aid to a party, but someone decides to make it a murder mystery with poison.
I brought my own Kool Aid to the party, but my cousin brought a whole bottle of poison. That’s B. Y. O. K. A. with a twist.
My brother said he’d bring his own Kool Aid, but he brought a jar of rat poison instead. That’s B. Y. O. K. A. on steroids.
I thought it was a normal Kool Aid party, but it turned into a murder mystery. Classic B. Y. O. K. A. madness.
B.Y.O.F.S.
B. Y. O. F. S. is when you tell that office leech to bring their own dumb crap instead of taking yours.
He asked if he could come to my BBQ. I said, 'Bring your own fucking shit or don't bother.'
My coworker wanted to bring her kid to the office party. I told her, 'Bring your own fucking shit, or I'll bring yours.'
He wanted to come to the team dinner. I said, 'Bring your own fucking shit or I'll bring your ass home.'
B.Y.O.F.S.
B. Y. O. F. S. is the last straw when that office freeloader wants to join your fun.
He wanted to come to my birthday. I said, 'Bring your own fucking shit or I'll make you.'
She asked to bring her whole family to the office picnic. I told her, 'Bring your own fucking shit or I'll bring your whole family to the gym.'
He wanted to come to the holiday party. I said, 'Bring your own fucking shit or I'll bring yours to his house.'
B.Y.O.F.S.
B. Y. O. F. S. is the office version of telling someone to bring their own dumb stuff instead of stealing yours.
He wanted to come to my lunch. I said, 'Bring your own fucking shit or I'll bring yours to your desk.'
She wanted to join the office happy hour. I told her, 'Bring your own fucking shit or I'll bring yours to your house.'
He wanted to come to my team party. I said, 'Bring your own fucking shit or I'll bring yours to your mom's house.'
B.Y.L.A.T.
Bang You Like A Tambourine means you're so hot you could make a dead guy cum!
I saw him at the mall and I was like, 'Bang You Like A Tambourine!'
He smiled at me and I texted him, 'I just did B. Y. L. A. T. in my head.'
My friend saw him and whispered, 'Bang You Like A Tambourine' and I knew I was doomed.
B.Y.L.A.T.
B. Y. L. A. T. is when you want to rip a boy’s clothes off and make him your personal sex toy.
At the party, I saw him and said, 'I’m doing B. Y. L. A. T. right now!'
He walked by me and I texted, 'You’re getting B. Y. L. A. T. treatment.'
My friend screamed, 'He’s so hot, I’m doing B. Y. L. A. T.!' and I laughed at her.
B.Y.L.A.T.
B. Y. L. A. T. means you’re so turned on you could probably pee out a boy’s name.
He walked into class and I was like, 'Bang You Like A Tambourine!' in my head.
I saw him at the store and texted, 'I just did B. Y. L. A. T. in the cereal aisle.'
My friend whispered, 'Bang You Like A Tambourine' when she saw him eating a taco.
B.Wizzle
Tank. She’s the soccer god and the best of the best. She’s gonna take over Canada and make everyone beg for mercy.
Tank is the reason I failed PE. She kicks my ass every time.
She’s gonna be prime minister and I’m gonna be her sidekick.
She’s the only person who can beat my dad at soccer. He’s scared of her.
B.Wizzle
Tank. She’s a soccer beast and the best at everything. She’ll conquer Canada and make everyone her slave.
She’s so good at soccer, she made my dog cry.
She’s gonna take over Canada and I’m gonna be her loyal dog.
She’s the reason I can’t beat my brother at soccer anymore.
B.Wizzle
Tank. She’s a soccer legend and the top of the top. She’s gonna take over Canada and everyone will know her name.
Tank’s so good, she turned my math teacher into a soccer fan.
She’s gonna be the queen of Canada and I’m her knight.
She’s better than my mom at soccer. My mom doesn’t even like soccer.
B.W.T.M.P.
The kid who takes more pills than a dying raccoon at a pill factory.
He took six pills before lunch. No one questioned it.
His backpack looked like a pharmacy exploded.
He told the nurse he needed more pills because his brain was 'dying.'
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