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Ten real submissions, 20 photos, and two videos that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
Refusing to drink any liquid you can’t shotgun. TFM.
Your life is going to be miserable.
Failing to pay child support on time, but still managing to pay your chapter dues. TFM.
Sounds like you’ve got your priorities straight.
Whenever I use a urinal, I get sad, because I know a much better use for all that pee. TFM.
Let me guess: butts.
That awkward froment (frat moment) when your mom walks in on you in the middle of a masturbation session and you accidentally frum (frat cum) all over yourself. TFM!
I love the enthusiasm that an exclamation point brings.
Pulling out when your computer has charged to 69%. TFM.
You’re so fucking funny.
Giving the slampig your man twig while listening to Danzig. TFM.
Been a while since I’ve heard “slampig.” Might be my favorite term.
Pushing the doctor’s head down when he’s cupping your balls and promptly apologizing with “old habits die hard.” TFM.
Nature versus nurture. Nature always wins.
I shit you not bro, her cooter was rank and smelled like anchovies, but I munched on that shit for a solid 33 minutes (Larry Bird’s jersey number). TFM.
Larry Legend would be proud.
Sarcastically telling the kid wearing cargos next to you “nice shorts bro” and then blatantly laughing with your friends. TFM.
You’re a real horse’s ass.
Freshman girls, I will find you, and I will fuck you. TFM.
Alright we’re done here.