Ten real submissions, five photos, and one video that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
Congratulations you took a classic tune and made the gayest remix ever.
You are the Robin Hood of the soda fountain.
He makes 30K a year and rolls into town for the weekend to eat chips covered in his own piss. Class act.
You’re that active who takes “funny” hazing too far, and everyone thinks you’re demented.
I’m going to call you Herpules.
This site was founded in 2010 you lying fuck.
Twisting a W. quote for homoerotic purposes is just wrong.
It pains me to know that somewhere there is a lonesome bottom-tier in a shanty bashing insects with his paddle.
The logic here makes my brain hurt.
You are the permanent ultimate spring breaker.
Take note: this is not the way you want your night to end.
They’re just three guys, fratting hard, on a pink fucking scooter.
Pumping iron in a polo that has been attacked by the sleeve monster with your letters on the popped collar. NF.
Maybe the most unappealing party ever.
Damn it STOP getting these tattoos. Even the losers in the background look disgusted.