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Ten real submissions, 21 photos, and 5 videos that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
Mum leaves money for food…I buy beer. TFM.
Did you just say “mum,” redcoat?
I’ve got a Chipper Jones action figure from around 1998 that I was hoping you could let me know it’s value. TFM.
Stick it up your sister’s twat and I’ll tell you boom roasted.
Walking into a job interview smelling like straight poon because you slayed last night. TFM.
“Kid, you smell like a fish market. Name your salary. You’re hired!”
Getting community service hours for smacking guts with a fatty. TFM.
Maybe the best description for intercourse I’ve ever heard.
High-fiving your bro after your balls touched in the threesome. TFM.
There is no better way to bond with another man.
Yelling, “Roll tide!” as you cum. Every time. TFM.
This might be an example of fandom overkill. Maybe.
Pooping in the pool and blaming it on your girlfriend. TFM.
Sounds like he’ll be single soon! Amirite?
Punching midgets in the face. TFM.
That is not a Total Frat Move. That, sir, is a hate crime.
Peeing in your own butt with the help of another brother! TFM.
If any sentence is deserving of an exclamation point, it’s this one.
Remember that D.A.R.E. contact you signed in 5th grade?…Oh yeah lol (shot guns beer). TFM.
Kindly kick your own ass.
Now watch the newest episode of Exec Board: “Meeting Hell”