D.R.O.S.K.
When a guy’s meat starts to stink up the kitchen like he’s been dead for weeks. It’s the end of manhood.
My brother’s D. R. O. S. K. was so bad, the neighbors called the cops.
She tried to date him, but his D. R. O. S. K. scared her off.
He said his D. R. O. S. K. was so bad, it made the cat throw up.