Below are the best of the worst photos, videos and TFMs sent in by our readers this week. Names have been omitted to protect the guilty, but God sees all shame.
This weekend I plan on lubing up my piece before each party and rolling in ready to slip ‘n slide. TFM.
Proactively lubing your piece up in anticipation of intercourse is psychotic.
Getting your CPR certification, becoming a lifeguard at the pool where the high school babes hang, and biding your time. TFM.
Vegas has the over-under on you ending up on a watch list at 6 months.
Gameday is everyday for your boy because he’s a straight up player slanging meat at this breeder bitches. TFM.
Please never submit anything to this website ever again.
Getting blackout drunk and commenting “Sup?” on every hot girl you follow on Instagram’s most recent post. TFM.
That’s probably not the move, tbh.
Applying a generous amount of Rogaine to your testicles in an attempt to grow a luscious forest of ball hair. TFM.
Going to have your nuts looking like a Chia pet.
Hitting the Taco Bell drivethru late night and ordering a large side of pussy. TFM.
That’s not on the menu, sir.
Walking into Red Lobster and asking for a dozen bibs so you can wear them while you go down on mamis. TFM.
Just a heads up, chicks might find it weird when you put on a bib mid-hookup.
“I play the drums, pa-rum pu-pum pum. Touch my wangalang.” -Me 2 ur mum. TFM.
I don’t even know what to say.
Take me to that fratty place where the sorosties do naughty things and sit on your frace (frat face). TFM.
Your frace? God damn it, man.
My idea of a low-key weekend is railing out 3 Tri-Delts at the same time while my pledge bro wearing a Care Bear costume smokes loud in the corner and films it. TFM.
No one on the planet considers that to be low-key, you deviant.