B.F.T.D.S.
B. F. T. D. S. is the sad state of being when you’re too lazy to get off the couch and your body decides to grow like a weed.
My brother has B. F. T. D. S. He eats cereal for dinner and calls it a lifestyle.
I got B. F. T. D. S. from watching Netflix all day. Now I can’t fit into my jeans.
My mom has B. F. T. D. S. She eats ice cream for breakfast and calls it a snack.