So…there are most likely thousands of instances where an aggy is traveling out of the country…and they go to a restaurant or a bar or a hotel front desk…..and the bartender, waiter, desk clerk..asks them where they’re from, right?….. And of course like any good bull aggy would, they say, “Well howdy! We’re from the great state of Texas!”
…..and that waiter, that bartender, that desk clerk…proceeds to give them a big ole hook’em horns…on both hands ….and just absolutely shatters their dreams…and it just lingers there awkwardly, until the aggy begins trying to explain to this person why they should actually be giving a thumbs up…or how aggy was founded first and how the band goes in criss crosses!! You know…the normal, feeble aggy puke fest that just sends the situation in to a tornado of self-aggrandizement and confusion. And just that priceless look the desk clerk, the waiter, the bartender must have on their faces…
…well the thought of that makes me chuckle sometimes. 🤘🏼