Below are the best of the worst photos, videos and TFMs sent in by our readers this week. Names have been omitted to protect the guilty, but God sees all shame.
The never-ending pursuit of a bid card from the day you pop forth from the womb to the day you’re dropped off on campus to run up into wombs. TFM.
The circle of flife (frat life).
I have to wear disposable medical gloves when I mess around with girls on account of my OCD. TFM.
No worries mate that’s probably easy to explain to chicks.
College football, damn nice to see you. Merica.
This isn’t Cloyd Rivers you dumb piece of human garbage.
I beat a man to death with a rubber dildo last night. TFM.
Please just turn yourself in and never come back here.
Slathering mayonnaise all over her nipples and going to town like a labrador on a chew toy covered in peanut butter. TFM.
Why the hell would you do that?
Her name was Rachel. She stole my heart. I fucked her sister. Made that pussy fart. TFM.
Come on, man. Pussy fart poetry? COME ON.
Being born with a giant mole on the tip of your penis and just leaving it as a trademark because it tickles the G spot. TFM.
No, no it doesn’t. You should probably get that removed.
I’ve never had an erection in my entire life. Tell me why. TELL ME WHY. TFM.
Calm down dude I don’t know I’m not a damn doctor.
Smearing your poo on her mustache while she sleeps to mark your territory. TFM.
You sick, sick son of a bitch.
Eating six hits of acid before your first rush event so that the brothers know you party hard! TFM.
That’s how you secure the bid, kids.