G.T.I.S.
G. T. I. S. is when you laugh so hard your titties jingle like a bag of loose change. It’s the text version of a full-blown giggling fit.
G. T. I. S. I just read that essay about hamsters wearing hats.
G. T. I. S. You told me my dog talks to cats.
G. T. I. S. My mom said I eat like a raccoon at breakfast.