PACKIN' MORE MEAT IN ONE'S PANTS THAN THE PONDEROSA STEAKHOUSE

My cousin has so much meat in his pants, the cattle are jealous.

That guy walks in, and the whole restaurant goes quiet. It’s like the meat gods arrived.

She said he had more meat than the Ponderosa Steakhouse. I believe her. I’ve seen the receipts.

He tried to sit down, and his pants exploded. It was glorious.

My uncle’s pants are so stuffed, he can’t bend over without a warning label.

That guy’s meat is so much, he’s got a side dish of meat.

He’s got meat so full, he’s got a meat coupon for life.

She walked in and said, 'That guy’s got meat like a Sunday special.'

His pants are so loaded, they should be selling meat out of them.

He walked in, and his pants were like, 'I can’t take it anymore.'

That guy’s pants are so full, they’re about to file for divorce.

She said, 'His pants are so full, they’re like a meat prison.'

He’s got meat so much, he could start a meat truck empire.

That guy’s pants are so full, they’re like a meat truck on steroids.

She said, 'His pants have more meat than a meat truck on a meat day.'