F.I.B.S.
F. I. B. S. are the dumbest people in Illinois who think they own Wisconsin. They drive like they’re trying to kill everyone on the road.
My cousin’s a F. I. B. S. and he drives like he’s trying to make the car explode.
All the F. I. B. S. in Chicago think they’re the best thing since sliced bread.
My neighbor’s a F. I. B. S. and he drove through my yard like it was a highway.