Yes, "Tex" is responsible for more civilian jets being rolled than anyone.
I once was C.P. of a Fortune 500 subsidiary, and we'd acquired a HS-125/Hawker. Insurance required that (since I had no turbojet time) I have 25 hrs. of initial operating experience with an experienced safety pilot ( something which has since been formalized for inexperienced turbine pilots by the FAA in an S.O.E. rating restriction.)
A good fellow who became my mentor was Beryl Minard.
My regular crew-member, Mike, and I were fairly-well hung-over from a recent celebration of some sort (we rarely needed significant reasons in those days of decadent youth) and on an early morning ferry-flight to the mx facility to correct some minor interior problem, Beryl, the guy we'd hired to keep us safe asked me "George, when are you going to let me fly your airplane?"
With my head pounding and my eyes looking inside-out I replied, "Right now." He took off with me in the right seat and my wasted-to-the-world-blurry-eyed first officer Mike sitting back in the cabin trying to keep his eyes closed and his head against a pillow.
It was 2,000 overcast, tops reported at 6,000 and clear above. As we were climbing out about 250 kts thru 3,000 I left he cockpit to get some much-needed coffee from the galley in the rear cabin. I was just re-entering the cockpit and, needing to use both hands to balance myself stepping back into the co-pilot's seat, I placed the styrofoam cup full of hot coffee on the top of the panel just beneath the mag compass, and as I stuck my right leg in front of my seat in preparation to sit down, we popped out of the undercast into a brilliant sky of blue above and white fluffy floor below... and ... at just that moment Beryl gently rolled about 60-degrees right and looked below and to our right (clearing the area I later came to realize) and with me suspended above my seat and my coffee on the dash, he then neatly and swiftly rolled the airplane a full 360-degrees in a left aileron roll.
I was horrified. I was infuriated. I dashed out of the cockpit back to the cabin and approached Mike, who was mummified and bloodshot staring out the window at the brilliant, sun-lit world above the right wing and shouted, "Did you see that! Did you see what he did!"
"No", he droned lowly, "and I don't want to see it again either." (Mike always had a dry humor.)
I stormed back into the cockpit and demanded, "(expletive deleted) Beryl, what do you think you're doing?"
"Relax, George. I'm not going to hurt your airplane.", he grinned. "Drink your coffee."
Not being in better shape and incapable of dealing with it, I sat down and looked at all the gyros. They were happily performing perfectly and the entire cockpit looked like nothing had happened. My coffee was leaving a steamy-spot on the windshield above it, with not so much as a ripple in the cup. It was then I realized, it was a 1-G manuever. If I'd not seen it I'd have never known the airplane had been rolled.
It fascinated me so much that I enrolled (pardon the pun) in an aerobatics course with Gene Soucy who ran a school up north of Dallas. It was great training, conducted in an Avions-Mudry CAP-10B, a proper airplane for such things. (And I got over my initial anger with Beryl, he taught me the things that the sim facility couldn't, and we became life-long friends. Neglected by his family, I placed him in assisted living two years ago, and I visit him whenever I can get down there.)
I recommend everyone who has never been properly trained in aerobatics to seek such training. Obtain it from a qualified school/instructor in a well-organized curriculum...not from a "buddy" in the local fbo's general trainer. Get the training from someone who will subsequently rent you the plane and parachute, and go get your fill of it. Resist the tempation to impress your buddies...just go improve yourself and get your curiosity sated and your recklessness calmed.
Then go get back into your standard category airplane and take care of it and operate it within it's limitations like the competent and skilled aviator you are. Real pilots have integrity. They don't cheat on approaches. They don't violate operating limitations or regulations. They are disciplined and thoughtful and respectful of the most valuable thing their passengers have....their lives. True aviators never subject them to foolish risk for illegal thrill.