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Ten real submissions, 20 photos, and one video that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
I hope you got extra butter.
Here’s another strategy involving food to get people to play with your junk.
Alright, I get it. You people like mixing sex and cuisine.
Well if you’re gonna swing that way, at least swing for the fences.
Thanks for nothing, you stupid fuck.
You Canadians are a bunch of comedic geniuses, huh?
TFTF is not a thing.
Nothing worse than a “try hard” pledge task.
That must have been painful for your mom, who I assume was wearing a sorority philanthropy t-shirt and pearls during childbirth.
Parachute? Fuck that. I’m in a frat.
He forgot his pants. That’s embarassing.
I’ve seen folks pose like this with a car, but a rock?
Yeah, check that fucking package.
I’m not raping that guy unless he shaves his pits.
Rock bottom in Batman undies.
I’m just glad they left room between them for the Holy Spirit.
Bad form, Peter.
That there is a shitty situation.
Seems as comfy a place as any to pass out.
Look at this goofy son-of-a-bitch.
This photo has nothing going for it.
Well, that’s not very nice.
Why does this picture exist? It’s a fucking Slurpee ma–HOLY SHIT THE DUDE IN THE BOTTOM RIGHT CORNER.
Fashion at its finest.
Some people, such as Rick Ross, just look better in a big ole t-shirt.
Throwing what you know with Darth Vader. TFM.
Tell me you’re not picturing these three bad asses striding in slow motion.
Wherever these guys are, it’s not safe.