D.R.O.S.K.
A fancy way to say a man’s meat is going bad while he’s trying to stab a steak. It’s like the saddest part of manhood.
My uncle’s D. R. O. S. K. was so bad, the dog ran away from it.
He tried to cook a steak, but his D. R. O. S. K. ruined it.
My dad said his D. R. O. S. K. was so bad, it made the meat cry.