I hate Utah way more than I like BYU. I think it's the *fans that I hate more than anything though. How is it possible to find every single person who either lives in a mobile home, has at least one conviction on their record regarding a domestic assault, at least one DUI, a framed G.E.D. on the mantle above their stuffed antelope, or a tattoo/tramp stamp involving a butterfly and/or barbed wire, and cram them into RES? You wouldn't think that there were that many worthless drags on society in this town, but damn if they don't come out of the woodwork whenever there's an excuse to go get loaded and drive... er, go to a Utah game.
They are disgusting on every level of The Tower. I wouldn't wipe my *** with them even if I had the entire planet Klingon dangling from my butt-hairs. I wouldn't piss on them -- even for $300.00 a day -- for any reason at all; my urine is simply too fine for the likes of them. I'd even hesitate kicking some of them in the balls, even knowing that there would be a slight chance that any future-failure offspring might be destroyed upon impact -- who knows what kind of fungal growth, STD's, and rusted out piercings are down there. Gods, just the thought of being next to one of those uncouth *** clowns makes my skin crawl.
In short, I'll take 10,000,000,000,000 Conan's, Ducks, Thriller's, and Trout's to any one of you chromosomally challenged sock sniffers.
BYU 4 LIFE