The Utah State Aggies anagram roster

Finally, a team eclipses UC Davis. Best…Roster…Yet.

Mayor Swear shook his head. He knew he would have to watch his mouth now that he was an elected man of the people. “Aw, BAD WORD it.” He mumbled to his assistant.

Shindig Pervert = best one yet!!!

it was a prime time rock show-Stones debuted “Satisfaction” on it. Had a houseband called the Shidogs-they were ok.

This is definitely the funniest one yet!! Hysterical!

I had to go try my kids’ names out. The best one was my little guy Corban. He is now “Bifocal Nerds”. hahahahah!

Will that translate to points on the field? They had better hope so.

Yeah, I’ve got two!

Perhaps Auntie Lards dropped by unannounced and he didn’t have time.

The other day I was sitting on my couch envisioning a world where I was king. A world where everyone tarried at my behest. Anything I wanted would be done. I decided to call the place the Mayo Nation. I love Mayonnaise. My top adviser would be Auntie Lards. She loves Mayonnaise too. She would aid me in a things sandwichical. There would be no difference in skin color there because racisms hurt. Everyone would be blue with orange hair. I would nominate Kevan Lee as my honorary mayor. Mayor Swear would be is title. He would be called that because of his Tourette Syndrome.
Days of the week would also change names. Monday would now be known as the Radio Blahs. Still being a day everyone dislikes it would be required to do nothing on Radio Blahs except listen to Bob and Tom. Eventually that day would improve drastically. Friday would now be called Mas Erotic. It would be a date day for married couples, as it already is in my current world. If your not married, shut up and enjoy Radio Blahs, I am king you know.
Everday Saturday would now be called Jamboree Burro. Every Jamboree Burro would also be a national holiday. We would all watch the Broncos play in the 1,000,000 capacity, Bronco Stadium, built in my honor. Every Jamboree Burro would culminate with the day ending with our Burro Jamboree. This would be where the team that just lost to the Broncos would be paraded out of town on Burros (the opposite if a Bronco) and they would carry a banner with their new team name given to them by me after their loss, Imbreed Drool.
Everday Sunday I would don a glorious new robe. Thusly, Sunday would now be called Robe Thrill. I love robes. My assitant in all things festivalian would be my brother, Shindig Pervert. He would be called that because he likes to party on, and well, he’s a little perverted. Which is funny from time to time. He would be in charge of the tailgate. We would tailgate everyday, forever. Graham Watson would be banished from the Mayo Nation and be given the title; Alas, Moronic. She would be forced to carry with her at all times, these four things. A dictionary with a thesaurus, a digital voice recorder, a constantly updated version of College Football Data Warehouse, and a lifesize poster of Colin Kaepernick, autographed by Marty Tadman. Jeron Johnson would be my honorary Coma Changer. He would be a big help in the world of medicine. Munson would be court orator, Jumpy Honker. He would use his eloquent vocabulary to enlighten evenings for the royal court. Of course, all of you would be part of my royal court as well.
Last but not least, I would decree that I would be able to make up any word I wished. Words like sandwichical, and festivalian. And everyone would find themselves in awe when I did so.

I didn’t use them all, but there you go.