Ten real submissions, 20 photos, and three videos that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
Talking your way into her wiener koozie. TFM.
That’s what we’re calling it now? A wiener koozie? God help us.
Ordering fish tacos on my first date with her so she knows I’m down to munch. TFM.
Nothing says, “I’m down to munch,” like an order of fish tacos.
Shot 10 Nerf darts at the light switch whilst laying in bed. Missed all 10 shots, so I slept with the light on. TFM.
Do I even have to say it? I do. Cool story bro.
Taking her to the Sbarro in the mall then doing her in the family bathroom Italian style. TFM.
I don’t know what “Italian style” entails, but it sounds tight.
Having the pledge fucks clean and polish all 43 pairs of my Sperrys. TFM.
If you have 43 pairs of Sperrys, you should take the laces from all of them, tie them together, and hang yourself.
I slept with 12 girls my first day in PCB. TFM.
No, no you didn’t. But you can imagine what it’d be like if you did.
The unspoken bond between you and the other guy wearing Chubbies. TFM.
The unspoken bond is that you want to make sex with each other’s butts.
Dad’s excuse for coming home drunk from the strip club being: “You can take the fratstar from a party, but you can’t take the party from the fratstar!” TFM.
There once was a man named Fratman Finnigan, had no whiskers on his frockigan, kept it clean so girls would blow that thang, oh Fratman Finnigan begin again. TFM.
I wear sunglasses when I masturbate because I’m just that frat. TFM.
Frock’s so bright, gotta wear shades.
Probably seemed like a good idea at the time.
Nice cooler, fellas.
They’re doing every possible thing wrong.
Possibly the worst spring break photo of all-time.
Except for literally all of the problems.
Was that tattoo worth this photo?