Ten real submissions, 20 photos, and two videos that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
My testicles are so large they hang out of my Chubbies and knock against my thighs like baseballs. TFM.
That’s called elephantiasis. Seek medical attention immediately.
Loudly announcing that you’re “switching to guns” right before taking off your shirt, shotgunning a beer, sticking it in her butt, etc. You get the idea. TFM.
Yeah, we get the idea. You’re a moron.
Stop FRATernizing, you guys!! Lol
Come on, man. Make an actual effort. This is my fucking job.
Yelling obsien comments at security. TFM.
Is the word you were looking for “obscene?” Do you have at least one learning disability?
Assuming you nailed the job interview because you’re resume says you’re in a frat. TFM.
Probably not a safe assumption based on your misuse of “you’re.”
When the doctor asks if I’m sexually active, I reply with “Does fucking freshman sluts count as sexual activity?” TFM.
For those of you who don’t know: it does, in fact, count.
Your biceps cramping while you reverse spider fuck her brains out. TSwoleM. #superset #forgotmycreatine
Go reverse spider fuck yourself.
Telling your mom to take back clothes she bought for you because they aren’t frat enough. TFM.
“Tommy Hilfiger, mom? Are you fucking kidding me? YOU TAKE THIS SHIT BACK! NOW!”
Professor giving me an A in exchange for invites to my frat’s parties. TFM.
This is what happens when you give a professor tenure.
Casually warning all the bros that I have to stay 100 feet away from all of their younger siblings during family weekend. TFM.
Get it? It’s because he’s a registered sex offender.