F.U.C.R.
The chunk of fat that sits proudly on a man’s upper junk. It’s like the final boss of awkward.
My dad’s F. U. C. R. is so big it has its own Instagram.
He tried to do a sit-up but his F. U. C. R. refused to move.
My friend’s F. U. C. R. is so big it’s causing a traffic jam in his pants.
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