The act of playing a patsie football schedule during the regular season against a bunch of inferior cupcakes, then receiving and accepting a bowl bid you dont deserve (because of your artifically inflated win-loss record) then proceeding to get utterly spanked by a superior opponent who legitimately deserves to be there.
by CFB Fan June 18, 2008
A University in South Bend, Indiana with an economically, ethnically, and religiously diverse student body comprised of rich, white, and catholic assholes that think they are better than everyone else. They think their football program, which rarely makes a credible, if any, bowl game is the best and most storied in the nation. Their fans hate the University of Michigan, which is superior athletically and academically to notre dame. Michigan has more overall wins, a higher winning percentage, more all time bowl appearences, more national titles depending on who you ask, a winning record against ND and has produced two heisman winners since notre dame's last heisman winner. Michigan also wins in the intangibles, as the Michigan fight song, The Victors, is superior to the notre dame victory march, which, coincidentally after one of the many times Michigan destroyed notre dame. Michigan stadium is also superior to notre dame stadium, whose design was copied and scaled down from the former. HAIL TO THE VICTORS! Michigan is also academically superior to Notre Dame, as we all of Michigan's graduate schools are ranked in the top ten and undergraduate programs like business and engineering are ranked in the top 5.
ND student: We are the best and most storied football program in collegiate history. I am also white, republican, catholic, and rich, and everyone who is not is inferior to me.
Michigan student: Shut the fuck up.
Michigan student: Shut the fuck up.
by nirvanarageatm May 23, 2005
Similar to the eiffel tower the Notre Dame is when two men and one woman are having sex, one of the men is getting choked on while the other slaps her cheeks from behind. But the twist is all of the people are on fire.
Man1: try any new stuff in bed lately?
Man2: yeah! Me and by best friend caught fire and fucked the shit out of stacy.
Man1: so it was like an eiffel tower?
Man2: yeah i call it The Notre Dame
Man2: yeah! Me and by best friend caught fire and fucked the shit out of stacy.
Man1: so it was like an eiffel tower?
Man2: yeah i call it The Notre Dame
by PaddyWhackin'Pikachu April 18, 2019
I mean why does Sam keep getting invited to try out for the team. She is terrible, and will never make it. I’m so tired of her Notre Daming.
by Play like a Champion tomorrow January 9, 2019
I had no money to wash clothes this week, so I gotta go Notre Dame until my student loan comes through.
by dapoodog October 24, 2007
When three french people have a threesome in the eiffel tower position and light themselves on fire.
by Gayboikat98 April 16, 2019
IND is an all girls catholic highschool attended by your grandmother, mother, aunts, cousins, and sisters. No, it's not surrounded by rolling hills and beautiful trees, but within the first week of receiving your license, you've learned to parallel park in spaces just inches larger than your car. You regularly drive to the Inner Harbor for lunch and proudly wear your uniform in public.
You know that Hildie will give you a free lunch, cut you a break in detention, and give you change if you need it. You appreciate the fact that your lunch table is probably more diverse than the entire student body at other schools. You get less sleep during Spirit Week than you do during exam week and understand that no true INDian will ever wear red unless it's her class color.
Freshmen enter wearing high socks, long skirts, nametags, and tucked-in shirts; they never go down the "up only" stairs. By Senior year, your skirt has become 8 inches shorter, your name-tag has been "on order" (for the past three years), you've slept in your uniform more than once, and you're lucky to even find socks in the morning. You've also never heard of wearing make-up, shaving your legs, or brushing your hair during the week. By the time you graduate, you have fallen down the slate stairs at least once and when others fall, it's more acceptable to point and laugh than offer help.
With 100 days left, you hang your winter skirt from the slate stairs. Despite four years of complaining, you cry when you hear the final blessing on your last day; you vow to visit as an alum at the first chance you get. When you process from the Cathedral on graduation wearing matching long white gowns carrying a dozen red roses, you know you are not only leaving your class, but your family. You love your school and others will never understand.
You know that Hildie will give you a free lunch, cut you a break in detention, and give you change if you need it. You appreciate the fact that your lunch table is probably more diverse than the entire student body at other schools. You get less sleep during Spirit Week than you do during exam week and understand that no true INDian will ever wear red unless it's her class color.
Freshmen enter wearing high socks, long skirts, nametags, and tucked-in shirts; they never go down the "up only" stairs. By Senior year, your skirt has become 8 inches shorter, your name-tag has been "on order" (for the past three years), you've slept in your uniform more than once, and you're lucky to even find socks in the morning. You've also never heard of wearing make-up, shaving your legs, or brushing your hair during the week. By the time you graduate, you have fallen down the slate stairs at least once and when others fall, it's more acceptable to point and laugh than offer help.
With 100 days left, you hang your winter skirt from the slate stairs. Despite four years of complaining, you cry when you hear the final blessing on your last day; you vow to visit as an alum at the first chance you get. When you process from the Cathedral on graduation wearing matching long white gowns carrying a dozen red roses, you know you are not only leaving your class, but your family. You love your school and others will never understand.
by Katie S July 24, 2006