G.O.N.A.D.S.
The reason you're alive, but also the reason you're so bad at life.
My G. O. N. A. D. S. are the reason I'm alive. They're also why I failed math.
I blame my G. O. N. A. D. S. for my bad grades.
My G. O. N. A. D. S. are lazy. They don't even want to help me.