Ten real submissions, five photos, and one video that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
No big deal. Degrees from Auburn and Harvard are of equal value. Right?
Something tells me you’re going to go on an obese-woman-serial-killer-rampage like some kind of gluttony vigilante.
Did you drink some “punch” with your Scout Leader in the woods behind the building?
Clever, but the fundamental problem here is that now you have a 100 dollar bill tattooed on your dick.
Let’s not make “blackout kidnapping” a reoccurring theme.
I’m hoping he pulled out a gun, held it to your head, forced you to submit that as a TFM (knowing it would end up on Fail Friday), and then blew your brains out all over the computer screen.
If your pledge brother was the jackass that submitted the TFM above, then that’s fine.
Show that v-card with pride, you hillbilly fucker.
NOTICE: this only works in the state of Oklahoma.
One of the more original death threats I’ve received.
This is one of those pictures that cause people to question your chapter’s sexual integrity.
My little sister is 4 years old you sick son of a bitch.
Aw, man! Whoever took this picture didn’t get the thigh tat in the frame! Shucks!
I would drop my fraternity and transfer schools to rush this chapter.
I bet Kenny G plays one hell of a flesh flute.