Ten real submissions, five photos and one video, that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
I see what you were going for here, but all this sentence did was make me think about incest. Maybe it’s just me. I’m fucking sick.
If you’re seeing GDI ads on our site, it’s because someone on your computer Googled something GDI, bought something GDI, or did something that caused you to be flagged as a GDI. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume it was your little brother, but the point is: one of our ad networks thinks you’re a GDI. Quit playing World of Warcraft.
This beastiality TFM is a new low, but hey! You and your dog are Eskimo brothers! That’s awesome, man. Congrats.
As oppose to artificial insemination? In-vitro fertilization? Ellen DeGeneres using a strap-on turkey baster to get her fine ass girlfriend pregnant. TSM.
For the love…I’m about to head home for Easter. At least this is more entertaining than, “Don’t make an ‘ass’ out of ‘u; and ‘me.'”
I like my beer like my violence. Domestic. TFM.
It’s gay brotherhood.
No Easter for you! Come back one year!
He is Risen. He is Risen indeed.
Fifth of tequila down before the sunset. TFM.
Killing the keg at 10:00 AM. TFM.
If you ain’t Pike, you ain’t Shit.
Sorority girl fail. TSM.
Mohawk=old money. TFM.
GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD. This song just got worse: