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Dearest Fraternity Men, Judging by the majority of the posts on TFM, most of us can agree on a few things: We love women in spite of their terrible attempts at humor; We love top shelf bourbon and the cheapest light beers; We wear the North while we represent the South; We believe in free market capitalism so much that we'd rather kill every baby seal in the world than allow our tax dollars to go the man at the liquor store bragging about how his "Obama check" is paying for his fifth of gin...
1. We don’t like your Lilly Pulitzer, we tolerate it. 2. We don’t want to hear about your period. At all. 3. There are very few things you can do that are better than a morning blowjob. 4. If you’re giving us head, for the love of God don’t remind us of the fact that...
1. We are going to take up the whole sidewalk when we walk to class. Longboard accordingly. 2. We’re too hungover to give a shit about your pamphlet, don’t try to hand one to us. 3. There’s a bike lane. Use it. 4. We don’t pay for our friends, we pay to not have to...
1. There is always an excuse to get drunk. 2. Biting a stripper’s nipple is frowned upon. 3. Sometimes you just have to puke and rally. 4. You can’t get into an Obama rally wearing camo and McCain/Palin “Drill Baby Drill” t-shirts. 5. If everyone hates the girl you’re talking to, it’s time to re-evaluate...
Allegedly, the USC fraternity that recently got into hot water over an email for hilariously degrading women, found another way to disturb GDIs. How? By smashing some puss atop the School of Education during a Greek philanthropy event.
Brothers, I have recently noticed something interesting. Apparently, there are a few people on this site who, get ready for it...like to drink. Surprising, I know. I thought this week would be a good time to share my own perspective on the fraternity community's national pastime. Now, I know nobody likes to be told how to drink. I am not doing this. I know this isn't your first rodeo. I'd just like to share a few of my personal views with my favorite audience. Think of it as Sterling Cooper's Personal Scale of Intoxication.
My father handed me my first beer and told me “don’t tell your mother.” He taught me how to throw a ball, and shoot a gun. He gave me half the clothes in my closet and taught me how to tie a tie. I know that the only time it is acceptable to wear cargo...
You probably think you know where this is going. You’re wrong. No this isn’t about Occupy Wall Street or destroying liberal agendas or any of that crap. This is a real issue that bugs me and has ever since I graduated. There are a lot of kids who scrap and claw their way through college....
As a young boy I was always intrigued by my grandfather’s world. I’ll never forget the beat up workbench in his garage with old screws and parts crammed into glass jars. There was a distinct smell: the wonderful, yet odd combination of oil, old wood, fishing tackles, and rusting metal wafting through the air like...
Remember the viral video “David After Dentist” with the kid in the backseat of his dad’s car? Yeah, the one that spawned the quote, “Is this real life?” which has subsequently been used as a Facebook album title by thousands of sorostitutes. This is better than that. “Ohhhh look what I got. Look what I...
You aren’t even sure how it happened. The two of you shared a few sloppy drunken hookups and texted occasionally, but suddenly you find out you’re in the collegiate purgatory known as the “we’re talking” phase. I’m not even entirely sure what it means, all I know is it puts you at a crossroads. There...
One thing is quite apparent on this site, pledges get no love, BECAUSE THEY DESERVE NO LOVE! ONLY PAIN AND SERVITUDE! Still, all of us were pledges once. Sure a combination of grain alcohol and PTSD caused us to black out most of our pledgeship memories, but that doesn’t mean we should completely neglect the...
A man’s right to initiation requires something from him… There are few things more woven into the fraternity culture than pledgeship and the tradition of earning your way to become a brother. The need for initiation is a primal part of the male psyche and pledging, in its correct form, offers this. In a culture...
After having met in a bar not too long ago (an adventure which you can read about here), the following is a scenario in which a fraternity gentleman invites a sorority lady to his upcoming date function via text. Their thoughts are in italics, and the conversation is in plain text. Him: “hey Amber” Her:...
During the Greek League Championship of intramural basketball my senior year, I got into a shoving match with a bottom-tier douchebag on the other team. The liberal student ref gave me a technical, and then blew two more calls down the stretch that cost my team the game. I was airing my grievances with this...
The following emails have been passed around for several years and are alleged to be from The University of Georgia: Brad, It would be difficult for me to be any more miserable right now, I feel like the worst person ever. First, let me start by saying that I am truly truly sorry, and I...
Now I know most of my columns are devoted to the many vices of fraternity men, including but not limited to: binge drinking, raw dogging sorostitutes, and general socially unacceptable behavior. But today, I’d like to take a step back and acknowledge something a little more serious. While our lifestyles contain plenty of recklessness and...
Unless you’re in Hell Week or have been living under a rock, you’ve heard about the disaster in the not-so-aptly-named Happy Valley. If you’ve miraculously managed to avoid the unsettling news, let me catch you up. A report was recently released revealing a disturbing trail of events involving the Penn State football program. Basically, it...
Dear GDIs, It has come to my attention that now, more than ever, the gap between “frat” and “GDI” is widening at an exponential rate. Believe it or not, I’m not here to talk down to you or belittle you (see literally any other page on this site if that’s what you’re looking for). I’m...
Brothers, As you may have gathered, I am a fan of the ladies. There are two distinct classes of women that I know you are all familiar with. There are slampieces and there are women. Slampieces are simple. They like fraternity men. We like them too, in a very vagina-central sort of way. If a...
Dear spring pledge, It's ok. I understand. You probably went home over the break and got hazed by your old high school friends. They all joined top-tier fraternities and you're still a worthless geed...
President: Okay guys, we all know why we’re here today. There have been some incredibly serious hazing allegations brought against our fraternity by the university. What myself, our alumni advisor, and the rest of exec board want to do today is figure out exactly what happened on the night in question so that we can...
We may all have our differences come football season and over the outcome of the Civil War, but there are a few things we as Fraternal gentlemen coast to coast can all agree on. A glass of whiskey. Proclaiming our superiority over GDI’s. A round of golf. Post-bar raw dog sessions. All of these things...
Read the first three installments of the epic Frat Romance Saga Here: The Frat Romance Novel The Frat Romance Novel, Part Deux: The French Penetration The Frat Romance Novel, Part Three… Way It was a clear, bright midday as Emma approached the fratcastle holding a freshly baked cake in her hands. Her generously exposed bosoms...
Brothers, This is the first installment in a series that I call “Sterling Cooper’s Heroes.” This series will be about men and women (honestly–probably just men), who typify a combination of fratness, gentlemanliness and general badassery. For the inaugural article, I’ve picked a man who has long been one of my favorite Presidents: Andrew Jackson....
For most men, there comes a time in their lives where they near middle-age, look back on their lives, and say to themselves “shit, I’m already 40 years old and have nothing to show for it.” Most likely this includes that guy’s kids. This guy is in a dark place. Fortunately for us in the...
An anonymous career banker inside Goldman Sachs opened a twitter account (@GSElevator) with the intention of revealing the hilarious banter that takes place in the privacy of the GS elevators. Since then, the account has evolved to include things overheard on trading floors, bullpens, lobbies and bars. Some of the conversations involve more than one...
We’re designed to be hunters and we’re in a society of shopping. There’s nothing to kill anymore, there’s nothing to fight, nothing to overcome, nothing to explore. In that societal emasculation this everyman is created.-David Fincher, director of Fight Club What has happened to American masculinity? For three generations the men of my family labored...
Twas a crisp autumn evening when Caroline first laid her eyes upon Darren. Caroline had gone to the recreational sports fields with her sisters to watch the fraternity men compete against one another in flag football. Her attendance, however, was more about socializing than watching the game. Athletics bored Caroline, but the sight of Darren...