G.I.D.I.I.W.A.G.
The guy you’d rip your clothes off for if you were a girl and had no shame
He’s my G. I. D. I. I. W. A. G. I’d rip my clothes off for him in the middle of the grocery store.
I saw him at the gym and had to leave because my pants were too tight.
He’s the reason I got kicked out of class.