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Ten real submissions, 20 photos, and three videos that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
Measuring your fully-torqued frat meat with a holographic Easter ruler. TFM.
That is highly disturbing.
Telling the laundry pledge that you’ve got “a fresh load” for him and meaning your semen. TFM.
Next level humor, right here.
Repping your letters at the gym to let the gym rat GDIs know what’s up. TFM.
You sir, are a loser.
Mom and Dad are gone for the week. You know what that means? They left their Visa Black card (yeah, I’m fucking loaded, you peasants) for me with the specific instructions to only use it in case of emergencies, which is ironic because I purchased a 5-year membership to Brazzers with it. Imma tell them that it was an emergency because my fresticles (frat testicles) were about to explode. So frat, so college. TFM.
When your fresticles are about to explode, that shit is an emergency son.
Rocking the shit out of sweatpants that have “FRAT” across the ass. TFM.
Play on player.
Not getting science but getting pussy. TFM.
Honestly don’t know why this one is on here. I would’ve posted it on the wall.
Doing the classic “oooouch” when you get kicked in the balls even thou it didn’t hurt because you want to make sure your bros know you have huge balls. TFM.
Well, it’s important that your bros know you have huge balls.
Separating your clothes by “fratty shit” and “other.” TFM.
Guessing there’s a gimp suit in the “other” section.
“Have you every had a pregnancy scare bro?” Um yeah, I’m in a Fraternity. #SurvivingTeenPregnancy
What the shit made you think this was good?
Check this out. So last night my pledge brotha and I went for a jog. Ya know, loosen the calves? So then we decided we better bro up and shower for the throw down at the castle. As we both arrived (looking frat AF) we instantly were offered 5 lines of oxy, lil coke, 10 shots, 7 dabs, and lil crack (each). So we instantly bro’d up and nailed it fucking all. Let me tell ya a little seacritter (secret, but mine sounded more bro), this was just the pregame. TFM.