G.T.I.S.
G. T. I. S. is when your titties are so happy they’re doing a backflip because you’re laughing like a lunatic. It’s the text version of a full-blown titty meltdown.
G. T. I. S. My teacher said I’m the worst student ever.
G. T. I. S. I told my dog I’m going to be a superhero.
G. T. I. S. My mom said I eat like a horse and a raccoon.