Wait, does this mean UW is no longer Forever Champions?
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Yeah I can't wait to listen to cougs and beavs state in the most butthurt way possible that UW is just the 2023 champions.
They're also completely clueless about Texas State. With some momentum that's a place that could really run that shitty little conference.
They're also completely clueless about Texas State. With some momentum that's a place that could really run that shitty little conference.
Texas State 
Thanks Taft!
you can’t just walk into San Marcos, Texas and expect to win
you just can’t
Pacific Agricultural 12
PAg 12
PAg 12
I’d go Frontier Agricultural 12 myself.
PostGameOrangeSlices
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Texas State has made one bowl game in the history of that program lmao
One of my most memorable days of flyfishing was on the Texas State campus in San Marcos.
I was out on the San Marcos River early on what was to be another triple-digit summer day. Tucked behind some giant reeds, I was stalking some wily Rio Grande cichlids when a group of 3 inner-tubers were approaching. The river gets unfishable as the "tube" hatch balloons into an infestation by late morning. Alas, these early tubers were harbingers of an abrupt end to my AM line-wetting. Dammit!
I expected them to be the typically loud, uncivilized mouthbreathers that ruin summer fishing in the Texas Hill Country. However, so far, they were relatively quiet.
When they finally floated into my casting zone, I was pleasantly surprised to see that all 3 were ridiculously hot, tight-bodied, college females. Most likely TSU coeds. Two of the three were lying on their backs, toes dangling in the water over the edges of their tubes. The other was precariously straddling the tube, face down, legs spread wide open.
The next 30 seconds remain in my memory as an abnormally super-slo-mo, high-def experience.
The two ladies on their backs were topless without tan lines. One had B/C sized tits, with magnificently puffy, perky areolas, and hard, erect nipples that were so elevated they cast long shadows across her hard abdomen. I pulled the polarized sunglasses off my face for an unobstructed view. She proceeded to sprinkle river water over her chest, leaving droplets of water that, no shit, refracted light from her casabas into my eyes that spanned all colors in the visible spectrum.
Female deux was stacked from here to San Antonio. And topless. Look up voluptuous and you'll find an image of this chick and her rack. She used her index fingers to lightly trace the circumference of her nipples Dear Lord. Blood was rushing to my groin despite the cool, spring-fed waters in which I was wet wading.
The third young woman was also topless, but her breasts not visible owing to her prostrate, prone position. But was visible was a glistening ass, unobstructed by clothing beyond the scant threads of a thong spanning her lower back which magically disappeared into undoubtedly oft-fucked crevice. As the triad of tethered inner tubes gracefully rotated on the river's surface, it caused her spread-eagled crotch to be aligned perfectly with my fly rod and eyes. Her miniscule thong intersected her labia majora, while pinning her exposed labia minora on the left side. Her labs and ass were covered in sweat droplets thanks to the intense, Texas sun. I swear I could smell salted caramel, with a hint of ambergris, in that moment.
As they drifted out of view, I receded into the dense stand of reeds until I reached shore. I sat on the bank thinking, after a lifetime of flyfishing, this was unlikely to happen again. That is, until the next set of topless coeds drifted by about three minutes later.
Texas State. Worth a look.
I was out on the San Marcos River early on what was to be another triple-digit summer day. Tucked behind some giant reeds, I was stalking some wily Rio Grande cichlids when a group of 3 inner-tubers were approaching. The river gets unfishable as the "tube" hatch balloons into an infestation by late morning. Alas, these early tubers were harbingers of an abrupt end to my AM line-wetting. Dammit!
I expected them to be the typically loud, uncivilized mouthbreathers that ruin summer fishing in the Texas Hill Country. However, so far, they were relatively quiet.
When they finally floated into my casting zone, I was pleasantly surprised to see that all 3 were ridiculously hot, tight-bodied, college females. Most likely TSU coeds. Two of the three were lying on their backs, toes dangling in the water over the edges of their tubes. The other was precariously straddling the tube, face down, legs spread wide open.
The next 30 seconds remain in my memory as an abnormally super-slo-mo, high-def experience.
The two ladies on their backs were topless without tan lines. One had B/C sized tits, with magnificently puffy, perky areolas, and hard, erect nipples that were so elevated they cast long shadows across her hard abdomen. I pulled the polarized sunglasses off my face for an unobstructed view. She proceeded to sprinkle river water over her chest, leaving droplets of water that, no shit, refracted light from her casabas into my eyes that spanned all colors in the visible spectrum.
Female deux was stacked from here to San Antonio. And topless. Look up voluptuous and you'll find an image of this chick and her rack. She used her index fingers to lightly trace the circumference of her nipples Dear Lord. Blood was rushing to my groin despite the cool, spring-fed waters in which I was wet wading.
The third young woman was also topless, but her breasts not visible owing to her prostrate, prone position. But was visible was a glistening ass, unobstructed by clothing beyond the scant threads of a thong spanning her lower back which magically disappeared into undoubtedly oft-fucked crevice. As the triad of tethered inner tubes gracefully rotated on the river's surface, it caused her spread-eagled crotch to be aligned perfectly with my fly rod and eyes. Her miniscule thong intersected her labia majora, while pinning her exposed labia minora on the left side. Her labs and ass were covered in sweat droplets thanks to the intense, Texas sun. I swear I could smell salted caramel, with a hint of ambergris, in that moment.
As they drifted out of view, I receded into the dense stand of reeds until I reached shore. I sat on the bank thinking, after a lifetime of flyfishing, this was unlikely to happen again. That is, until the next set of topless coeds drifted by about three minutes later.
Texas State. Worth a look.
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I met her at Roche Harbor years ago, still hot AF.
rodmansrage
New Fish
'state conference' sounds a bit too 'commie,' imo. dodged a bullet (and the gulag) there!
And they've never sold out a basketball game.
EwaDawg
New Fish
The only redeeming quality of adding Texas state is adding the fighting Armadillos. Fuck that, we don't need no stinking Bobcats.
Oh well now that changes everything. If only they could get their basketball attendance on par with coug in a conference where nothing matters except for football revenue.
I guess everyone decided to gloss over that "In Fall 2023, the total student enrollment on the Pullman campus was around 16,449" compared to "Texas State University's student body consists of over 40,000 students, with a majority being undergraduate students".
Texas State, especially when you consider their location in a recruiting state, is more justified than a bunch of the current teams that were let in without question. They aren't sitting around apathetic and butthurt about UT as a bonus.
So you're telling me there's still a chance for #myvandals??