I present to you The Stare of the Gator, a video of a handsome, svelte UT student who strolls around campus spreading good will with his charm, his regal posture, and his outgoing personality.
Without further ado, here’s The Gator:
The YouTube comments kick a lot of ass, too. Not as much ass as The Gator kicks, but there are some solid one-liners in there. The top rated comment, which is my favorite one, too, is this one:
Oh man, The Gator would kill it at parties. Can you imagine the knee-slapping hilarity at the sight of The Gator standing all hunched over and staring from the outskirts of the dance floor at the height of drunken grind mode?
And assuming this next commentor knows The Gator, or at least knows a guy who knows The Gator, we’re able to identify him as a fraternity man:
The Gator is a good ole Christian it would appear.
Then we have this complete try-hard jackass, Herb Roy, who tries to steal The Gator’s thunder with this asinine, longwinded bit about a 24-hour stare-a-thon. No one believes that you went a full day without blinking, you damn liar. No one. Look here, Herb, you don’t have shit on The Gator. You never will, man.
Get a load of this chick in the library at 1:20 in the video. She can hardly contain herself in The Gator’s presence. It’s like she has to keep looking away in order to maintain composure. She’s all hot and bothered. The Gator’s aura is just sucking her in. It’s palpable, undeniable. She’s about to become The Gator’s sidepiece, whether she’s ready for The Gator or not.
Then there’s this comment:
Fine, but just remember one thing: There’s only one Gator.