D.G.W.
D. G. W. is like a monster in your pants that wants to eat your legs and your dignity. It screams, it rages, and it will not be tamed.
At the gym, my D. G. W. screamed so loud the weights shook.
My D. G. W. started a fight with my brother’s D. G. W. and it ended with both of them wearing each other’s pants.
I tried to hide my D. G. W. in a backpack, but it popped out and bit my teacher.