As my roommates engaged in mortal kombat against a poor defenseless punching bag at 2 am last night, I thought of things that really annoy me. Like uproarious blood lusts cleaving the night with their raucous screaming.
BUTT that's not all.
I have a biting complaint about BYU to share.
It's called couples.
I have nothing against couples sitting down or driving, if the woman's pregnant, I've got nothing against her (mostly because pregnant people are so awesome) but GOSH DANG IT.
(Pause for breath)
When you hold hands and stretch your arms across the entire hallway and walk slower than is legal under the age of 65, you are begging me to red rover you like you've never been red rovered before.
Now that I'm on the subject, couples at BYU bug me in another way.
Other than The Red Rover of course.
I know this ^ is what you're thinking it looks like, but to me, it looks more like this.
Except less appetizing.