Ten real submissions, 20 photos, and two videos that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
Putting deodorant on your taint, just in case. TFM.
You’re not right in the head.
Got a beer? Chug it. Got a slam? Fuck it. Got dip? Dip it. TFM or die.
Slampiece told me I should teach her GDI boyfriend a thing or two. I said, “A magician never reveals his secrets.” TFM.
Do you get a lot of mice in your pants? Because you’re a cheese dick.
Two things I’ve learned about being in a frat: 1. I get ass. 2. I get titties. TFM.
You learn a lot about yourself during these magical years.
Getting so plastered you forget your name, but remember what frat you’re in. TFM.
Good to see you’ve got your friorities (frat priorities) straight.
Guess it’s about time for me to change my screen name from HollisterSurfModel69 to LongDickPoloFrat. TFM.
Definitely a frat move.
Purposefully scoring a 69 on a test to hint at your smokeshow professor. TFM.
She’s as good as yours.
Playing Fratty Bird in class and claiming the noise is your frock fratting out and then the hot girl next to you asks you if you need a flowjob (frat blowjob but also you need nice pube flow). TFM.
Frat, frat, frat, frat, frat, frat, broooooooo.
Greeting her dad with a left handshake followed by “You don’t want to touch my right hand.” TFM.
Probably not the best first impression, but what do I know?
When a girl at a party points to her ears and makes complex hand motions as you nod her head and hand her a drink as you take her back to your house to bang. TFM.
That’s a deaf girl. She’s deaf.
What you see when you look up “defeat” in the dictionary.
Kitty had claws.
Safe to say these two did not pull.
He’ll scoop your main bitch.
Goobers have spring break too.
#Frelfie (frat selfie)
Looks like a fun group of guys.
Guy is making out with Miles Davis and doesn’t even care.
Piss poor place to sleep.
Looks like that cab ride went well.