Alright, listen up, peeps! So, b*s*y might sound like a fancy brunch dish, but lemme tell ya, it ain’t brunch we talkin’ ’bout here. Nah, b*s*y is like the *ss of a dude, but for a guy who likes guys, ya feel me? It’s that special backdoor lovin’ zone, if ya catch my drift. So next time ya hear someone mention b*s*y, just know we ain’t talkin’ ’bout eggs Benedict, we talkin’ ’bout that other important *ss-bidness.
Example: “Girl, Tyler was all about that b*s*y last night, he couldn’t get enough!”
