Doug (739) Must Stay
I'm not sure how many of you are aware of the tragedy that is rapidly approaching, but our beloved 739 is planning on going to SUU. Which in my mind, is a terrible disgrace. I thought that maybe we as a security crew could try and convince Doug to stay by coming up with some reasons why we need him here/why we'd miss him/why Provo is better than Cedar/lists of hot girls that aren't in Cedar, etc. So I figure I'd start off the list....
1) He would miss me sooooo much that he'd probably cry himself to sleep every night
2) Chexits ain't gonna check themselves
3) Who's going to date the retarded quadripeds? (however you spell that)
4) I would miss him soooooo much I'd cry myself to sleep every night
5) EFY girls (you know you love em....)
6) Women's conference women...
So, feel free to add to this list. I'm sure we can convince him to stay!!
posted by Kristovski @ 4:18:00 PM
8 Comments:
Going to SUU would mean that you are one step closer to becoming a retarded reindeer.
Going to SUU would get you away from the pompous, arrogant, self righteous, girls and prick guys swarming around BYU like fleas at a petting zoo ... get out while you still can.
I will miss you but hey, it's not like that feeling will last forever.
No, I think it would make a lot more sense and be a lot easier if everyone else transferred to SUU.
Why:
1) No tears would be shed at night
2) We wouldn't have to worry about chexits
3) SUU retarded quadripeds are God's children too.
4)Once again, no tears would be shed.
5)There are TWO (count them) 2 high schools in Cedar.
6)NO Women's conference women...
You can't leave BYU! Not until I do. . .so at least until April!
And it wouldn't be too bad to go to SUU, heck it's not Alaska (where all the gays are). ;)
So... um.. why exactly are you winking at me former 786?
711 asked me to put that face on there. He said it was how they say "Hello" in Alaska. Go figure.
this is more accurate: it includes the sleeping bag: :)===]
739 has to stay (at least 'til April) so I can see his rad deer-huntin' pajama pants once more before I die. Or graduate. Whatever.
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