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Ten real submissions, 20 photos, and two videos that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
Slapping the bass in my frat band called “Rancid Vulvas” every Wednesday night at the bar downtown. TFM.
Solid choice for a band name. Really solid.
If she’s in the bathroom for more than 3 minutes I know she’s pooping and I won’t talk to her anymore, ever! TFM.
A woman that poops is a woman you have to walk away from.
Eating a girl out by writing out the Greek alphabet with your tongue. TFM.
You’re seriously disturbed, but you know that.
Being a diehard Bengals fan but still buying a Manziel jersey. TFM.
You are the worst.
Coming to as you’re throwing up mid-fuck in the backseat of the slam’s car on New Year’s. TFM.
Puking while you’re fucking is a power move.
Seeing your gym and the gun store next to each other and realizing that you exercise your body in the same place you exercise your rights. TFM.
I wear vests and I’ve got a big ass wang. Plus, I wear cologne… TFM.
Put my slams on a strict bacon diet so when I eat that butt it’s like breakfasts at Granny’s house. TFM.
Granny’s breakfasts apparently tasted like bacon and butt.
Knew I was the man by the age of 6, had the babysitter sucking our dicks. TFM.
Solid bars from Frake (Frat Drake).
In retrospect, having her twerk on my face after eating hot wings wasn’t the best decision that I’ve made. TFM.
We’re done here. Moving on to photos.