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.
Trying to get my new clothing brand going called “Big Dick Frat God” and I’m accepting funding hit me up let’s build fam. TFM.
I fuck with the vision.
When your fuck action has been compared to that of a wildebeest. TFM.
Maybe chill out and stop boning like a wildebeest.
Thinking back to pledge lineups and stroking your dingaling while you sing pledge tunes of old. TFM.
You might have some weird fetish form of PTSD.
When your parents didn’t teach you to always wipe away from your balls so you’ve had a smelly taint for over a decade. TFM.
Come on man this is ass-wiping 101.
Going to Mancun for spring break in search of a dude to bust up your backside. TFM.
I personally hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for.
The worst hazing I endured was having to wait to hug my brothers for life until initiation. TFM.
Bows and toes are nothing compared to being denied the affection of your true friends.
Going up to every girl at the party and asking them how much they weigh to narrow your scope. TFM.
That’s a bold strategy, Cotton. We’ll see how it plays out for him.
Chuggin’ a bottle of Gatorade, then shotgunning a can of V8, then bonging a fresh protein smoothie. TFM.
Ain’t no party like a health freak party ’cause a health freak party don’t start.
Needing to be called racial slurs during sexual intercourse to be able to finish. TFM.
You have deep-seated emotional issues.
Only wearing shorts that are tight enough that people can see the outline of your junk when you sit down. TFM.
Ladies love being able to see what you’re working with without actually having to see what you’re working with.
University of Maryland Lettuce Club
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