Ten real submissions, 20 photos, and two videos that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
Having no close to wear because your slam took your khakis home to wash. TFM.
Please tell me that’s not really how you think the word “clothes” is spelled. I weep for the future.
Started from the bottom now we’re here. Started from the bottom now my whole frat is top tier. TFM.
I would definitely punch you in the face.
When a girl at a Halloween party is like “I’m not a ghost, I’m actually just albino” as you nod your head and hand her a drink as you lead her back to your house to bang. TFM.
The less skin pigment they have, the bigger my boner.
A stripper decided to try and strike up a conversation mid lap dance. I put my finger over her mouth and said, “Shhh, I am not paying you to talk.” TFM. This is much more of a TFM than 70% of the shit that makes it to the wall.
Listen here, fuckstick. You submit your TFM, and nothing more. This isn’t a suggestion box.
That one brother that always tries to beat your ass, but instead ends up with his dick in his hand. TFM.
It starts as a fight but then it turns sexual and he ends up masturbating on you, right? Yeah, everybody knows that one brother.
Farting on the Syrian girl and then warning her to watch out for chemical weapons. TFM.
If you’re emitting sarin gas from your anus, seek help from the cast of “The Newsroom.”
Referring to your room in the fraternity house as the “Kingdom of Slamalot.” TFM.
It’s like Camelot. I get it. You should sell that joke to Robin Williams or something.
Not having to cuss in my raps to sell records. TWillSmithM.
Frat= family. relationships. awesomeness. titties. Did i say titties… That’s right girls boobs. And if your not in a frat reading this you should know ive seen 4 racks (no bs) so far in my 3 years of college so #fratwithmeyouknowigotit. TFM.
What just happened?
God dammit are you fucking serious intern? You never fucking submit anything I post god dammit fuck you am I just not funny? Suck my ass. TFM.
I’m not sorry, you dyslexic turd eater.
Oh Brett, you pants-pooping scoundrel.
Let it all out, kid. Just splatter it everywhere.
Alleged keg stand injury makes for a funny photo.
Look at the moose knuckle on that green bro.
Sleep tight, my prince.
“I just had sex!”
“I’m having sex right now!”
Don’t listen to them, man. It looks great. Pffffft.
If you Snapchatted me this I would block you from interacting with me in real life.
Solid little cuddle session for these two bromos.