L.B.B.S.

My cousin is an L. B. B. S. He’s got skin like a peach and a brain like a bag of rocks.

That guy at the club is an L. B. B. S. He’s got the looks but no idea how to dance.

My crush is an L. B. B. S. He’s cute but he still calls me ‘babe’ like it’s the 90s.

My brother is an L. B. B. S. He’s got skin like a tomato and thinks he’s hot stuff.

That boy at the mall is an L. B. B. S. He thinks he’s a rock star just because he wears sunglasses.

My neighbor is an L. B. B. S. He’s got the skin of a lemon and the brain of a sponge.

That kid in my class is an L. B. B. S. He looks like a baby but he’s got the mouth of a sailor.

My friend is an L. B. B. S. He looks like he just came out of a bubble bath but he’s got the attitude of a donkey.

That guy at the gym is an L. B. B. S. He looks like he’s 12 but he yells at the weights like they owe him money.

My little brother is an L. B. B. S. He’s got the skin of a ghost and the brain of a fried egg.

That kid at the park is an L. B. B. S. He looks like he’s made of light but he can’t even tie his shoes.

My crush is an L. B. B. S. He’s got the skin of a saint but he can’t even remember my name.