Ten real submissions, 20 photos, and four videos that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
My dick immediately going from six to midnight whenever I see a sheep because it reminds me of the Brooks Brothers logo. TFM.
Man, that isn’t even close to normal.
Being the class clown of my Alcoholics Anonymous group. TFM.
Good for you. It can be tough to keep the mood light in those.
There’s a lot of fish in the sea, that’s why we wear Sperrys and PFG. TFM.
Get out and never come back.
Shamelessly tucking your boner in your swim trunks waistband at the pool, even though people can now see the head of your wenis since you’re shirtless. TFM.
You’re going to prison.
Making roadies for your family on the way to a funeral. TFM.
She smelled mine, I smelled hers…now we’re pretty much a couple. TFM.
Total Canine Move.
Putting a chunk of poop in the broccoli and beef dish at the Chinese buffet and seeing what lucky customer finds the prize. TFM.
You really need a different hobby.
Owning a dildo for every Christmas you’ve spent in college. TFM.
I’m on the no-fly list. TFM. (I brought cocaine onto a flight and tried to fuck a MILF sitting nearby.)
Sounds like you watched “The Wolf of Wall Street” one too many times there, chief.
The look on the slam’s face when she takes your pants off and sees a miniature bowtie tied around the root of my cock. TFM.
I hope she likes fratty cocks.