When I was a kid, I remember telling “Aggy Jokes” with my friends. There were millions of them. Heck, you could buy books of them at the Baylor or Texas bookstores. You could buy novelty “Aggy joke” items: an Aggy Flyswatter which was just like a regular flyswatter except instead of a ton of little holes it just had one massive hole in the middle, an Aggy Revolver which was just a normal revolver but the barrel pointed backwards, and I even once saw a pair of boots “for Aggies” with the instructions of how to pour piss out of them written on the heels.
I Don’t Care Much for Aggy
