M.A.T.M.
The worst kind of tongue bath you can get from a girl who just finished her monthly mess.
She gave me M. A. T. M. and I now smell like old pizza and sadness.
My cousin’s boyfriend got M. A. T. M. and now he won’t eat chicken nuggets ever again.
He got M. A. T. M. and now he’s telling everyone he’s a vampire.