Below is the worst reader-submitted content of the week in the form of ten TFM’s, 20 photos, and four videos. Names have been omitted to protect the guilty, but God sees all shame.
Getting hit in the sack with a fastball that shatters one of your testicles and still playing the rest of your Little League game. TFM.
Just walk it off and get your ass back out there! Sports!
Sometimes I feel like I’m not being hazed hard enough. I want to scream, “Haze me harder, damn you!” TFM.
You should totally scream that.
Jacking it nice and slow while watching Saving Private Ryan. TFM.
A truly disturbing thought that my brain might never recover from.
Becoming so accustomed to the taste of urine during pledgeship that it no longer bothers you, might as well just be apple juice. TFM.
Your chapter sounds chill.
Trading 5 days worth of meal swipes at the cafateria for just one last hit of that crack rock. TFM.
Crack is the new Adderall, I hear.
One in fifteen fraternity men becomes a member of the United States congress or senate. TFM.
Pretty sure that’s not an accurate statistic there chief.
When the only way you can get off is he she screams your dad’s name during love making. TFM.
I don’t know why, and I don’t want to know why, and please don’t send in things anymore.
Rain drop, drop top, drinking underage and not getting caught caught. TFM.
The internet has become a wasteland of shit fire.
Accidentally clicking on shemale porn mid-bate sesh and just rolling with it because discrimination is for geeds. TFM.
Whatever makes you happy. Crank on, player.
Having to convince your bro that it was just the molly that made you want to kiss. TFM.
Molly is one hell of a drug.
AXP Spring Recruitment Video 2017
Birds Poop On Roofs
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