D.R.O.S.K.
When a man’s meat is so bad, it looks like it’s been forgotten by God. It’s the lowest point of manhood.
My dad’s D. R. O. S. K. was so bad, the meat looked like it had been abandoned.
He tried to flirt with a girl, but his D. R. O. S. K. ruined it.
He said his D. R. O. S. K. was so bad, it made the meat look like it was dead for a year.