B.I.T.D.B.
B. I. T. D. B. is like having a flashback where you think you’re still in middle school and your crush had the best butt in the lunchroom.
I B. I. T. D. B. when I walked by the old pizza place.
My mom B. I. T. D. B. and started dancing to her old jam.
I B. I. T. D. B. so hard I forgot my pants.