At BYU, there were some female students who ran a brothel out of their dorm rooms usually identified as Heritage Halls. They would signal their availability by putting a tennis racket in the window, leaning one way to show they were currently with another client, the other to show they were available β a cunning secret code.
After a semester, nobody said anything. Our attempt to get everyone in the building to put tennis rackets in their window was met with apathy and stupid questions. So I assume the story is still around? Are there any variations? Norbert, one need look no further than the police beat in order to witness the cesspool of sin that has become BYU. Long ago, I dated a girl in Heritage Halls. No tennis racket.
Also, no 2nd date. The first date with the woman who became my wife occurred at BYU and it involved tennis racquets. It is a scandal rag filled with treacherous activities of every evil. I quote:. When asked why she stole them she said that she thought they were overpriced. March A student called BYU police when she noticed three suspicious males walking around a parking lot.
When police responded they determined that the suspicious males were actually grounds crew who had been picking up trash. March A resident of Heritage Halls called BYU police to report a group of men playing basketball and listening to loud music at a.
BYU police told the men to stop playing and go to bed. You will be mugged. Totally, Norbert. Although I view her as a crusader. Represent, Reese Girl! The man, who smelled of alcohol, said he had not been drinking but when officers asked if he was lying he said yes. Stuff like this forces my brain into a feedback loop. The story I always hear about BYU involves couples driving down to Vegas and getting married so they can get it on, and then having the marriage annulled.
