b.u.t.f.
The kind of person who makes you question your whole life and your entire appearance.
That girl in my math class is B. U. T. F. I failed algebra just to get closer to her.
My brother’s new girlfriend is B. U. T. F. She has a degree and a cat named Einstein.
My neighbor’s daughter is B. U. T. F. She’s got a car, a job, and a life.