Below is the worst user-submitted content of the week in the form of ten TFM’s, 20 photos, and four videos. Names have been omitted to protect the guilty, but God sees all shame. Have yourself a weekend.
So what I jerk a dude off now and again? Get off your high horse, Judge Judy. TFM.
Look man you do your thing and I’ll do mine.
Shot-gunning a can of 4 Loko while your best friend and real life blood brother feeds you a rectal bong of a fine 2010 Pinot. TFM.
Butt bonging is not a thing we are doing here.
I don’t call my girl my “slampiece.” I call her my “everything.” TFM.
Why don’t you go write a poem about her?
Starting every morning by rolling over, grabbing a Natty Light, and smashing it against your head until it explodes. TFM.
Probably not great for your brain cell count, champ.
You ever pick your b-hole then smell your fingers a little and like it? Why’s that enjoyable? I like it but don’t know why. TFM.
Because you didn’t evolve properly from monkey to man.
Standing up in the middle of your lecture and yelling “This dude fucks!” then throwing up the Nazi salute and marching out of the classroom. TFM.
I have a grandma fetish and don’t know what to do about it. Like I want to give Hillary Clinton missionary loving and don’t know why. Help me. TFM.
This is not a freaking psychologist office.
I shower in a bathing suit. TFM.
Sounds like a personal problem.
Not eating the booty like groceries, but eating the booty like a nice tuna casserole. TFM.
I don’t know what this means, and I don’t want to know.
So what if Trump grabbed a few randos by the pussy? Bosses do what they have to do to get clam. TFM.
Live by the clam, die by the clam. That’s what I always say.
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