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Ten real submissions, 20 photos, and two videos that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
Sexually eating a banana while making eye contact with a hottie to put the idea of frowjobs (frat blowjobs) in her head. It’s a TFM.
You’re a weirdo, man. A real weirdo.
Hi my name is Kelly and I’m going to school to be a pretty school teacher.
The fuck? Get out of here, Kelly.
Having sex with a hot girl. TFM. (Fuck you if you don’t think this is funny. This is just as good as your recent reposts and shitty intramural posts.)
You need to relax, friend. If you wanna throw hands, we can throw hands.
Bitch asked me if it was sunny out cause my sunglasses were on at a party… replied with “the sun never sets on a badass.” TFM.
If she didn’t immediately drop to her knees and beg for your frock then color me shocked.
Pulling a Tonya Harding and sending a pledge to hit your professor in the knee with a police baton to avoid taking an exam. TFM.
May have gone a little overboard there, chief. That’s extreme, and extremely illegal.
So I’m planning on rushing in the spring and have absolutely 0 knowledge on different frats. Any suggestions how to find the one that’s right for me?
I’m a little busy, but I’m confident the guys in the comments section will help you out! Best of luck!
All frock and no stamina. TFM.
The gift and the curse.
Powdered donuts make me go nuts. TFM.
Damn, that’s frat.
The single greatest benefit of being alive and well in the red white and blue: SEC Tailgating. Cigar in pocket, cooler in tow, CCR’s “Fortunate son” at full blast. It’s time to fully realize what our founding fathers meant by “the right to pursue happiness.” TFM.
Listen, guy, I know you think saying shit like this is cool, but it’s not. It’s terribly uncool. Please never say or type anything like this ever again.
So I slammed some slut at my internship this past summer, and some cubicle trash told me, like the little public school motherfucking bitch that he is, that he’d have to report my “misbehavior” to the CEO. Lucky for me, my dad is the CEO, so he fired this GDI pussy creep cargo-shorts-wearing fuck and we spit dip on his suit and fucking ruined it! #thesehoesaintloyal #niggasinparis #imallabouthebass
Damn it. Just…damn it.