D.R.O.S.K.
When a man’s meat is so bad, it looks like it’s been sitting in a garbage can for a month. It’s the worst part of being a man.
My cousin’s D. R. O. S. K. was so bad, the whole family ran out of the room.
He tried to impress a girl, but his D. R. O. S. K. ruined it.
He said his D. R. O. S. K. was so bad, it made the meat smell like a dead rat.