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Fifteen real submissions, five photos and one video, that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
People in Arkansas will fuck anything. Bald eagles, cousins, truck tailpipes…
Video or it didn’t happen.
I figure this is pretty common in New York. In my mind the streets are just littered with hotdog carts and Asian chicks. The obvious thing to do is mix the two.
Roommate walks in: “What the fuck, dude? Were you just spanking it to our Cabo 2011 album?”
“Son, you look like a red-faced, raging alcoholic, chain smoking, gambling addicted, fat professional golfer. But I still love you.”
This is an unusual fetish.
I’m not sure that phrase applies in this situation. For the love of God, stop purposely-spreading STDs and thinking it’s humorous.
You are a douche bag.
Raging on food stamps is the old money way in Nebraska.
I miss the Chili’s guy.
If this guy is literally walking over to you at the library, and making it rain Addy down on you like fucking Skittles…TFM. But you’re still a crack head.
I’ve wanted you to get a boob job since I was 12.
Hanging out with a lonely, friendless geed who sells weed to pay for school and the occasional opportunity to hit the pipe with a bottom-tier sorostitute such as yourself. NS.
Being a klepto is sexy as fuck. I don’t care what anyone says.
This strategy isn’t going to make him, or your daddy, love you any more.
Rush Pike, you know you want to.
Freshman’s first Old South. TFM?
Inside of my fratdaddy’s cooler for beach weekend. TSM.
This might actually make your weekend better. The description reads: “Blacked out guy asks to get punched in the face and falls downstairs onto cripple…TFM”