Twelve real submissions, four photos and three videos, that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
Congratulations. Now you’re embarrassing all the time. Just keep your wife beater on at the pool or beach.
I would’ve given you $2,000. Biggest Yu-Gi-Oh fan ever, right here. Honestly, I’m not sure what the fuck that is. I think it might be like Pokemon. I know it involves Asians.
That’s what I’m talking about! Fucking hot. Spring Break urine fetish make-out. Will she be at Round Up this weekend for a late night golden shower? Lock her down, buddy. Lock her down.
How is the coloring distributed? Is each ball an equal amount of each color? Do you have three testicles? You should see a doctor.
You need therapy. Badly.
Your dad owns the “latter,” but couldn’t afford to buy you an education so you could learn to spell. All ladders are off limits to you. You aren’t smart enough to use a ladder.
Just because you’re TFTC doesn’t mean that you too can’t not die in a freak gasoline fight accident.
Your mailbox has chlamydia.
OUR BOY IS MAKING A COMEBACK. Back in the saddle.
B-Dubs is definitely a classy joint. If you would rather be served by someone who doesn’t have tits or their GED, it’s an obvious choice.
The new anthem:
“Fun fun, think about fun. You know what it is. I got this, you got this. My friend is by my right, ayyyyyy. I got this, you got this. Now you know it. Kickin’ in the front seat. Sittin’ in the back seat. Gotta make my mind up, which seat can I take?”
You can’t just go around peeing on people, yelling “TOTAL FRAT MOVE” (WARNING: You don’t see any dick, but there is some stream):
If this ruins your weekend, just watch Rebecca Black again: