B.O.O.B.S.
They’re the thing a baby chews on, and also the thing a man chews on when he’s trying not to think about his ex.
My baby chewed on my B. O. O. B. S. like they were a rubber duck. I cried.
My dad’s B. O. O. B. S. are so big, they look like they’re going to explode.
I tried to ignore my ex by looking at my B. O. O. B. S., but I still cried.