Ten real submissions, four photos, and one video that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
Drinking even though your jaw is wired shut. TFM.
You know if you puke, you die, right?
Tried to change my password to my dick but it wouldn’t let me, it said it was too long. TFM.
“I’m sorry, the password you’ve chose is too well endowed.”
Bottom tier fraternity’s think we’re gay because of the way we dress. TFM.
There’s definitely a better way of saying what you’re trying to say.
Some random geed played “frat” on Words With Friends. On my next play I added “ernity” and told him in the chat to never call it that again. TFM.
On behalf of fraternity gentlemen nationwide, I thank you for taking a stand in Words With Friends.
Hazing pledges at a different chapter over Skype. TFM.
E-hazing is an art.
Wearing a FAF bow tie with my UPS uniform. TFM.
4 inch brown shorts. FAF.
Doctor asked how could I drink so much everyday. I told him, “I just have Intestinal Fratitude.” TFM.
And he replied, “You just have cirrhosis of the liver.”
My formal date didn’t want me to stay with her but I still walked her home because I am a gentleman above everything else. TFM.
Don’t try to turn your lack of game and unsuccessful courtship into a gentleman move.
I bought my first apartment, and it even has crown molding. TFM.
Clearly you live a life of luxury most could only dream of.
12 personal pledges and a Slampiece named Magdalene: Jesus. TFM.
Translation: “Excuse me, I’d like a one-way ticket straight to Hell. Thank you.”
Backstage passes to see Slipknot. FaF.
This photo shoot never should’ve happened, and there’s more of it to come.
Dance like there’s no one watching.
Being over-committed. TFM…or TSM, I can’t tell.
You don’t live de life, he lives de life: