Ten real submissions, 20 photos, and three videos that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
Who finna fuck? And the pledges are like oh shit this dude’s bout to shove his frock down my anus. TFM.
I feel like I came in halfway through a really crazy story being told by a white guy that thinks he’s black.
Ignoring “CAUTION: WET FLOOR” signs because you’re wearing Sperrys. TFM.
Please slip and break your neck. Please slip and break your neck. Please slip and break your neck.
Calling your parents “GDIs” every chance you get. TFM.
It’s important to establish dominance over the people who pay your dues and make sure they know they’re beneath you.
Putting “Nah it’s chill, I’m in a frat” under “Do you use too much alcohol?” on a top secret security clearance application. TFM.
Not to be the bearer of bad news, but you might not get that job.
Woke up, took a shit, got head, ate a steak, got head again, packed a fatty, then played 18 holes. TFM.
I’m not saying this isn’t awesome, or even that it’s impossible. But you’re trying too hard, and I want to fight you.
On campus I am known as The Pelvic Pummeler.
Not a TFM? Just letting us know? Cool.
Being a conservative but applying a liberal amount of frampoo (frat shampoo) to your hair whilst showering. TFM.
Keep that lettuce clean.
I blacked out in Chubbies, a Hawaiian shirt and my blazer this weekend and walked around with a briefcase full of Budweiser conducting “business meetings” with total strangers. TFM.
Pretty weird behavior if you ask me, but to each his own.
Had a srat lass over last night. She redefined the meaning of drowning in pussy. She will now be known as “Old Faithful.” TFM.
Personally, I’m into that.
Intern, I’ve had a pending post for two weeks that you’ve edited and it would be fan-fucking-tastic if you either published or deleted it so that I can evaluate if I should be in a fraternity or nah. P.S. you suck.
Eat my ass or nah.