B.F.J.B.
A butt so big, it’s got its own personality and probably a phone number.
My dad’s B. F. J. B. has a phone number. I called it once. It answered and said, 'Hello?'
My neighbor’s B. F. J. B. is so big, it has its own calendar. It goes to the gym every day.
I saw a guy’s B. F. J. B. in the mall. It waved at me. I waved back.
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