Ten real submissions, nineteen photos, and two videos that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
I submit 10 TFM’s a day because I have to get one posted or my life is over. TFM.
Fuck you, pledge.
Fingering your slampiece solely for the forearm workout. TFM.
It’s not sexual? Just a little forearm power sesh? Proceed.
Soaking your golf balls in blood and semen. TFM.
Why? I’m seriously curious. What does this accomplish?
Getting “milk my neighbor’s pregnant labrador retriever” drunk. It’s a TFM.
We’ve all been there.
Drinking a box of wine and gently masturbating yourself to sleep. TFM.
Lose the box. Slap the bag. Perfect Saturday night.
Getting more squirrel than an oak tree. TFM.
If he specified that it was a smooth, recently shaven squirrel this would’ve made the TFM wall.
Being able to hold a complete logistical conversation with another brother, in total darkness, without using any words. TFM.
Perfect tagline for the DVD cover of the gay frat porn I’m producing.
My son will know the Greek alphabet long before the English one. TFM.
Brace yourself for some incredibly disappointing report card results.
Saying “I’m thinkin’ Arby’s” before eating out the slam. TFM.
You’re thinking about this?
Money can’t be me love, but it can buy me several Asian prostitutes and a cleanup man to dispose of the bodies.
Yeah, that just happened. On to the photos…
It’s all fun and games until someone checks his pulse.
From the right: full suit, jacket, blazer, pledge t-shirt and cargos, laughter.
Turns out, the powerpoint is incredibly ineffective with crutches.
Sometimes trying to “chug photobomb” people on your 21st birthday doesn’t work out.
20” inseams and sideways couches. NF.
He’s out for the count.
“Get a pic of me and my Nordstrom’s bags, brosephina.”
Body shots off bros in the year 2061. TFM.
This is a stripper in what I assume is the dressing room of a low-dollar tittie bar.
Two bros with chiseled abs and tribal tats Instagram-ing their 300-inspired Halloween costumes.
Dufus in white flip-flops wins lime green Shamu at carnival.
This was posted on Facebook with the caption: “Frat cat chillin’ in the frocket.”
For the love of God, someone get the guy on the far left with the C-cups a fucking bra.
That awkward moment when the guy in the gorilla suit rapes the guy in the banana suit.
He tried to pee in her butt.
Cross-dressing and dancing on the roof of your car like it’s the end of the world. It’s a TFM.
Suck it. TSM.
Holy shit, it’s Sig Ep Raiden.
When you can’t afford a hot tub, innovation is necessary.
Sigma Chi Rises:
This is, without a doubt, one of the most uncomfortably terrible and hilarious things I’ve ever seen in my life.
TKE does an unbelievable job of convincing no one to rush:
Chaser of a girl with a ridiculous rack riding a bicycle down a bumpy road:
Chaser of former Bond girl, Olga Kurylenko, doing yoga:
If you missed last week’s Fail Friday, CLICK HERE, and be sure to check out the TFM Sweetheart of the Week, Haley Hines.