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So your parents wouldn’t send you to Texas A&M because they were afraid the state with the bull-size party rep would eat up all your self-control along with all their tuition money? No use crying over being stuck at UIC—this beer-and-babes spot has that Texas party thing down pat, complete with wasted, tan blonds gyrating on a mechanical bull and big-boobed bartenders jumping up on the bar every now and then to do synchronized dances that would put LiLo to shame.