B.O.B.F.O.K.
A living disaster that walks and talks and probably smells like a gym sock
My uncle’s B. O. B. F. O. K. is why I don’t go to family dinners.
My crush’s B. O. B. F. O. K. is why I now have a crush on a cat.
My B. O. B. F. O. K. is so bad, it got a job at a clown school.