b.u.t.f.
The kind of person who makes you feel like you’re not even worthy of breathing the same air as them.
My crush is B. U. T. F. She’s got a job, a cat, and a life.
That girl in my history class is B. U. T. F. She’s got a GPA of 4.0 and still looks good in jeans.
My friend’s new girlfriend is B. U. T. F. She’s got a car and a college acceptance letter.