M.E.E.P.S.
When your hormones go full-blown psycho and you can’t control your mouth or your mood.
She M. E. E. P. S. at the grocery store. It started with a $2.99 bag of chips and ended with a fight with the cashier.
He M. E. E. P. S. every time he sees his ex. It’s like a war zone with a side of sarcasm.
I M. E. E. P. S. during group projects. It’s like being trapped with a bunch of angry bees.