B.U.P.A.
The meaty mountain on a woman’s midsection that makes you question your life choices.
She wore a dress that only covered her B. U. P. A. and I died inside.
He asked if her B. U. P. A. was a twin. She said, ‘No, but it’s got a sidekick.’
I had to leave the room when she flexed her B. U. P. A. I couldn’t handle the glory.