Below is the worst reader-submitted content of the week in the form of ten TFM’s, 20 photos, and four videos. Names have been omitted to protect the guilty, but God sees all shame.
Regularly waking up butt naked in a dumpster with a live hamster in your bunghole. TFM.
This is one of the most common signs of alcoholism.
Filling a Super Soaker up with your semen over the course of three weeks then taking it to lineup and spraying unruly pledges. TFM.
Odds of your charter being revoked are 3-to-1 in Vegas.
When your sex playlist consists of Boy George and Marilyn Monroe. TFM.
Pretty conflicting vibes here for love-making music IMO.
Riding the bus in nothing but a trench coat to see what it feels like to be poor. TFM.
Truly a man of the people.
Naming your penis Mr. Bigglesworth and quoting scripture while you take part in erotic asphyxiation. TFM.
Naming your ding dong after Dr. Evil’s cat is next level psychopathy.
Blaming it on an old sports injury when you prejac in your pants while making out. TFM.
What fuckin’ sport causes you to pre in your pants, son?
Building a snowman just to force your least favorite pledge to participate in intercourse with it. TFM.
This is where the term “blue balls” comes from according to history books.
Kidnapping the TA’s cat and sending him a ransom note threatening to decapitate it if he doesn’t give you all the answers to the final. TFM.
Jesus dude just use a test bank like a normal person.
Have you ever loved somebody so much it makes you cry? Have you ever needed something so bad you can’t sleep at night? TFM.
Had to Google this. They’re Brandy lyrics. The train is off the tracks.
Walking into the drunk tank, taking your dick out and screaming “Allahu Akbar!” at the rest of the inmates so they know not to fuck with you. TFM.
That’s one way to get shanked in your sleep.
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