Ten real submissions, 20 photos, and three videos that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
Heckling my little brother’s girlfriend during her piano recital to teach her the meaning of persistence. TFM.
Damn dude, you didn’t have to do that.
Putting up your letters on your childhood home to let everyone know you’re back for the summer. TFM.
What if a rival fraternity member comes through and burns down your mom’s house?
Bringing two gallon jugs of water to class to keep hydrated so everyone knows that you pee in a lot of butts. TFM.
“Look at all that water. Guy must be a butt pee assassin.”
Hitting geeds riding a bike wearing cargos with a fully loaded vanilla McDonald’s milkshake so they wreck and fall in traffic and get severely injured. #LOL #TFM
Milkshake manslaughter isn’t funny.
Having a pledge package your stool sample for you. TFM.
Well no true fratstar baller packages their own fucking stool sample.
The post-workout shirtless lap around the gym. TFM.
What’s the point of lifting if you’re not going to wander the gym shirtless afterward?
Making sexual jokes towards your sister and referring to her as a slam so you don’t break character over the summer. TFM.
Jaime Lannister frat.
The other day I was fraging (frat raging) so hard I woke up next to a frashcan (frat trash can) filled with nothing but Everclear and Frerrys (Frat Sperrys) and of course next to a smokeshow. TFM.
Oscar the Grouch frat.
Rokka mia mama lika wagona wheela, rokka mia mama anya waya youa feela. Heeeeeya mama rokka mia. TFM.
Mario singing “Wagon Wheel.”
Jerking it to Johnny Football isn’t gay because it’s Johnny Fucking Football and he’s frat. TFM.
Nah son, that’s textbook gay.