G.T.I.S.
G. T. I. S. is when your titties are doing the happy dance because you’re laughing so hard you feel like a fool. It’s the text version of pure joy and madness.
G. T. I. S. My dad tried to sing and it sounded like a goat.
G. T. I. S. I told my mom I’m going to be a pirate when I grow up.
G. T. I. S. My brother cried because he got a B on his test.