Below is the worst reader-submitted content of the week in the form of ten TFM’s, 20 photos, and three videos. Names have been omitted to protect the guilty, but God sees all shame. Have yourself a weekend.
I ate 26 asses this year. That’s a lot of butt salad. Respect my ambition. TFM.
This dude put up career numbers in 2016.
When a rando shows up to your party without booze and tries to freeload so you lead him down into the basement, bind him by his hands and feet, and tinkle on his face. TFM.
You could’ve just asked him to leave.
Catching your dad doing things with your butler when you’re 6 years old and carrying a weird homo fetish for service industry folks for the rest of your life. TFM.
This column is becoming a weekly confessionary for those of you with the most serious of issues.
Being down to snort literally anything. Coke, molly, salt, sand, PCP, whatever. Bring it. TFM.
Odds of you dying at a young age are strong to quite strong.
Shotgunning a beer before your 9am class so you can hit on the girl that sits next to you because you’ve literally forgotten how to converse with the opposite sex unless under the influence. TFM.
Jesus man that is both sad and incredible.
Paying good money to watch a couple of bears fuck in the woods. TFM.
If there’s some weird code language going on here, it’s way over my head.
Tom drinks beers. Tom slams sluts. Tom has two types of HPV. I am Tom. TFM.
Keep it real, Tom.
Commanding the handsome price of $20 for a glory hole handjob on Craigslist. TFM.
Seems like you’re lowballing yourself here, champ.
Being a sexual caterpillar. TFM.
I literally have no idea what this means.
Going to make out with my left hand while I beat with my right at the stroke of midnight pun intended on New Year’s. TFM.
Definitely counts as a New Year’s kiss, in my professional opinion.
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