Everyone knows that when you become a Mod you are required to sacrifice your sense of humor on the porcelain alter of El Jefe.

Your sense of humor, a drum and feather logo, a Walt Williams jersey, three menus from Iggy's in SLC, and a program from a recent football fireside must be burned on the alter...the ashes taken to RES, mixed with feces from the south concourse (plenty of it lying around it) and buried under the asphalt of KW's personal parking stall.

Becoming a Mod is a high bar.