Below are the best of the worst photos, videos and TFMs sent in by our readers this week. Names have been omitted to protect the guilty, but God sees all shame. Apologies for the late post. Been on Augusta National all day which is pretty much the only thing in the world that could force Fail Friday into the back seat.
I caught my girlfriend going down on my sister and my first instinct was to ask, “Can I join in?” TFM.
That’s not great judgement on your part, to be frank.
When you’re alone at night and all you can think about is how many Asian girls are out there in the world that would just love to be filled with your American syrup. TFM.
Listen, guy, keep your weird nighttime thoughts to yourself.
No two buttholes on this earth are the same. That’s a scientific fact. TFM.
I appreciate you sharing that knowledge.
Life is a dance you learn as you go sometimes you lead sometimes you follow. TFM.
Kindly take that country song and shove it up your ass.
My chapter gives a bid to one homeless guy per semester. Now that’s what I call philanthropy. TFM.
That’s what I call enabling alcoholism.
My favorite thing to do is get taken out back by an older active and ruthlessly paddled until I cry and then I finish in my pantalones. TFM.
That makes absolutely zero sense.
My dad has more money than your dad, my mom has bigger fakes than your mom, and my dong has more bumps than your dong. TFM.
I am extremely confused by what you people decide to brag about.
When you smash for so long without ejacking that you fall asleep inside her. AND wake up inside her! TFM.
Sounds like the best night of her life.
I only hang out with people who can slam 15 tequila shots back to back like bosses and then rail two lines of blowcaine. TFM.
Oh look at Mr. Badass over here. Hey everyone! We’ve got a badass over here!
When your mom still calls you “Teeny Weiny” as a pet name because when you were a little kid it was teeny but now it’s a monster hog but it still gives you a complex so you hate your mom. TFM.
This shit is getting too weird for me to handle.
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