F.A.P.S.
F. A. P. S. is when your butt is on fire and your guts are screaming. It’s like your bowels are getting roasted.
I had F. A. P. S. and my mom sent me to my room. I deserved it.
My cat ran away when I got F. A. P. S. I think he’s still hiding in the closet.
At the restaurant, I got F. A. P. S. and the waiter left me alone. He was traumatized.