Ba tu shka

My cousin’s ba tu shka is so big, it blocked the entire hallway.

I saw a guy’s ba tu shka from across the street and immediately turned around.

That ba tu shka is so huge, it’s got its own zip code.

Her ba tu shka is so round, it’s like a donut shop exploded in there.

He walked in and said, ‘I didn’t come for the food, I came for the ba tu shka.’

That ba tu shka is so smooth, it could be a massage therapist.

I saw his ba tu shka and I’m pretty sure I heard a saint say ‘please.’

That ba tu shka was so bad, it made the devil look good.

She sat down and the whole room heard the sound of a ba tu shka crying.

That ba tu shka is so ugly, it could be in a landfill and still be the best one there.

I walked by and the ba tu shka looked back at me like it was judging me.

The ba tu shka was so bad, I considered leaving the planet.

That ba tu shka is so loud, I swear it woke up the whole neighborhood.

He sat down and the ba tu shka roared like a lion.

The ba tu shka was so loud, it could be a rock concert.

That ba tu shka smells so bad, I had to leave the room.

He walked in and the ba tu shka hit me like a garbage truck.

I sat next to him and the ba tu shka was like a full-on smelly parade.