b.u.t.f.
The reason why you still live at home and eat cereal for dinner.
That guy in my gym class is B. U. T. F. He can bench press a cow and still smile at me.
My friend’s crush is B. U. T. F. She’s got a scholarship and a future.
My boss’s daughter is B. U. T. F. She’s got a car, a college, and a life.