B.O.Y.P

My B. O. Y. P is so bad I had to sit on a gym mat for the rest of the day.

He walked into the lunchroom and the whole table turned into a chorus of gasps.

I tried to hide my B. O. Y. P under my hoodie, but it just sprayed out like a fire hose.

I ate that burrito in the car and now my pants are giving me a standing ovation for the beans.

She looked at my pants and said, 'You got beans on your pants? You got beans on your pants?!!'

My B. O. Y. P is so strong, my dog ran out of the room screaming.

I was walking down the hallway and my pants started leaking beans like a broken pipe.

He sat down at the table and the beans just exploded out of his pants like a volcano.

My B. O. Y. P is so bad, my teacher asked if I was wearing a bean suit.