Dnaguy

Drinks and attention alone at the bar would get you some OTPHJ action while you talk. Hot tub time = siting on the edge of the Hot tub blowie that quickly transition to stand up doggie on the hot tub steps. She’s giving it up on the first time you meet her. No date needed. Only drinks and attention.

This is either the dumbest football ranking / Analysis I’ve ever read…….. Or it’s level 100 meta satire that stands in the pantheon of subversive comedy.

As a *lifelong*, *fiercely dedicated* Bowling Green Falcons fan hailing from a *distinguished lineage* of proud alumni (we’re practically Falcons royalty!), I am compelled—*no*, I am *driven*—to express the *absolute magnitude* of my gratitude to Texas A&M for delivering what can only be described as the *most extraordinary, life-altering, heart-bursting* experience of September 21, 2024. Yes, the Aggies may have claimed the victory on the scoreboard, but the *real* triumph—*oh*, the *real* triumph—was the *tsunami* of kindness, hospitality, and downright *legendary* warmth that swept over us from the very moment our toes touched the hallowed grounds of your campus. It wasn’t just a game—it was a *celestial event*, a day that will forever be etched into the annals of time for its sheer *awesomeness*. I kid you not, from the second we stepped onto your jaw-droppingly gorgeous campus, we were struck *speechless*. The grandeur of Texas A&M? *Breathtaking* doesn’t even begin to cover it. The beauty of your sprawling green spaces and towering architecture was so majestic that we might as well have been walking through the gates of *paradise*. But let me tell you—the true magic of A&M isn’t in the bricks or the lawns—it’s in the *spirit* that permeates every single inch of your university. The reverence for tradition? *Off the charts*. The respect for your military history? So deep, so *noble*, that I was ready to stand at attention and salute. Your pride? *Legendary*. Texas A&M isn’t just a university—it’s a *cathedral of excellence*, a place where the values of service, honor, and community reach mythical proportions. And let me tell you about game day. *WOW*. From the moment we arrived, the Aggie community welcomed us like long-lost friends who had finally come home after years of epic adventures. At every tailgate, we were practically *force-fed* the most delicious food by Aggie fans who insisted on sharing their bounty with us—seriously, I’ve never eaten so well in my life. Every step we took, someone was there with a smile, a helping hand, or a friendly “Howdy!” It was as if the entire university had been briefed ahead of time to treat us with a level of kindness and hospitality usually reserved for *heads of state* or, dare I say, *royalty*. But oh, let’s not forget Kyle Field. Let me just say this: if I had a nickel for every time my jaw hit the floor in awe of the 12th Man, I’d be a *very* rich person. The energy? *Unbelievable*. The roar of the crowd? *Deafening*—in the best way possible. The enthusiasm and passion of the Aggie fans were so powerful, I swear they could have powered an entire city with their sheer *force of will*. I’ve never seen anything like it. It was like standing in the middle of a *thunderstorm of camaraderie*, where every cheer and shout echoed across the heavens. The game itself? A *masterpiece* of athleticism and sportsmanship. While we Falcons would’ve loved to walk away with a win, we couldn’t help but bow down in respect to the sheer prowess on display. Your team? *Incredible*. Your fans? *Otherworldly*. And don’t even get me started on the people we met—especially the women on campus! Each one was the embodiment of grace, kindness, and charm. If you could bottle the friendliness of the students we encountered, you’d have the *secret formula for world peace*. Truly, I’ve never met a group of individuals so warm and welcoming. They’re a testament to everything that makes Texas A&M great. Though my roots are firmly planted in Bowling Green, I must admit—Texas A&M now holds a piece of my heart. I’ll be talking about this experience for *decades*, telling future generations of Falcons that A&M is a *must-consider* for their college adventures. You’ve earned a *permanent* spot in our collective memories, and I promise, we’ll be reminiscing about this trip for years to come. So from the deepest, most *overjoyed* corners of my heart, *thank you*! Gig 'em, Aggies! You’ve truly made this Falcon a fan for life! With the highest levels of appreciation humanly possible, A *Profoundly* Grateful Bowling Green Fan

I don’t trust, like, or ‘am comfortable’ with black people = split ticket

This game has it all if you like watching ATM football. That’s ass to mouth, not aggy. There is a difference. Subtle. But a difference.

90 yards for the W. Hiw is Michigan going to f this up?

This is some turtling in both teams. WTF is going on?

You sir are a poet and a scholar. Oooorrrrrgggggiiiiiiiii

I wish someone invented split app screen on Roku. Some of you computer get to work. Fuck AI. I want to be able to watch ESPN App and paramount plus.

This game has been fun to watch in the momentum changes. However, it’s been due to dumb mistakes and shitty execution and turnovers. Its hard to like this game, but I’ll keep watching.

This. Thicc chick with a legit balcony.

Hammered from behind. NTTAWWT

Houston is shit. WTF was OU doing playing this garbage team so close? Yikes Cincy whooping that ass 34-0

If you ask me, I think his son is just making up an excuse so that he doesn’t have to introduce his German, immigrant wife to his shitty home town and dumb family.

I thought you’d have to pay extra for that. sorry … @Superhero covered this joke. Getting squirted on does cost more $…. Or so I’m told

Just by mentioning his name and implying playing time you’re set back his rehab by 3 months. If you talk about McCullers being health two more times, he dies. Tread lightly.

What’s equivalent to Uncle Tom for the white working class? Uncle Rob? He’s an Uncle Rob.