I’ve observed a curve of sorts in regard to the quantity/frequency of a user’s TFM submissions. Those who submit a shit ton often turn out to be the least F. Prime example is OprahIsADyke. He was thought to be a frat god once, and it turns out he’s actually bottom tier. I think this phenomenon can be explained by the way in which TFMs are thought up, by frequency group. Those who submit a few generally derive them from a real life experience, where they recognize the hilarity of the M and wish to share it with the wider greek community. Those who submit constantly are the try hards who strain themselves to think of TFMs as a means of validation and acceptance. This is just my theory, but you can read more about it in the next publishing of Frat Psychology Quarterly.
I used to like him too. Then I saw on the internet that he was apparently texting himself pretending to be a slam and posting the screenshots on twitter. To me, that screams try hard and NF. The tipping point was this discussion I saw him having with Dorn where he said TFM would be nothing without him. It just shattered any status he had, for me. I’ll say, the way the anonymity of these accounts has played out is just captivating. You go on the twitter, people have what’s known as an “anon account.” The complexity of the relationships and the forum is amazing. I’ve enjoyed this website and the twitter counterpart for the so called trolling. I never thought people would take it farther. Hell, there’s some people on there that are getting married after sexting over twitter anonymously. Seriously, the whole thing is fascinating.
So today I was walking to work when I saw a funeral in progress at a cemetery. Since I was already wearing a suit (required for my internship) and I was pretty early for work, I decided to pop in to see what was going on. I walked up the marble path, up to a rather large memorial service (about 250-300 people) for what appeared to be a baby that had died shortly after birth. The family really went all out, the tombstone was massive and the coffin had gold embroidering, really nice. The people looked about what you would expect, all dressed up, mothers were crying, and even a few fathers couldn’t hold back their tears. Well about 15 minutes in, after the opening hymn, people started to filter up to the microphone to express their condolences to the family. The grandfather said some words about how everything is a blessing even if it doesn’t seem like it, the brother of the father reassured the family that, if they ever needed anything, that the family was there for them. Then a man walked up, about in his late 40’s, and said “Although I don’t really know the family, or the deceased that well, I want to say, I’m sorry for your loss. I too have lost a child.” He walked from the mic, over to the families, shook their hand and walked away. He didn’t know the family? So, it seemed ANYONE could say something at the funeral. I straightened my tie, put on my most sorrowful expression, and walked towards the front. I approached the man holding the microphone and, in my most solemn tone, asked if I might say a few words. The man smiled warmly and handed me the microphone, completely oblivious to what was about to happen. I turned to face the crowd, all intently looking at me with the most melancholy and tearful eyes you’ve ever seen. I cleared my throat and said my piece: “What’s the difference between a dead baby and a sandwich? I DON’T FUCK A SANDWICH BEFORE I EAT IT!” The crowd was horrified. The sound manager tried to unplug the speakers before I could finish my joke, but to no avail; he didn’t react fast enough and couldn’t get himself together before the punchline rang through the cemetery. The crowd went fucking batshit. The reaction started with sheer shock and horror, and ended in a blind rage, with everyone, even some of the WWII veterans and grandmothers in the crowd, trying to tackle me to the ground. Being that I was a football running back in high school, I was much faster than everyone there. Good thing too, God knows what would have happened if they caught me. Probably have thrown me into the grave with their failure of a living baby. I had to run around for a bit, but I eventually made my way to the western exit.
I’ve never felt so proud of myself in my entire life.
Getting arrested on purpose so you can practice giving blow jobs to people not in your house. TPikeM.
13 years ago at 4:07 pmGoing to jail often. TNM
13 years ago at 4:50 pmHaving a clean record. RFM
13 years ago at 9:35 pmI’ve observed a curve of sorts in regard to the quantity/frequency of a user’s TFM submissions. Those who submit a shit ton often turn out to be the least F. Prime example is OprahIsADyke. He was thought to be a frat god once, and it turns out he’s actually bottom tier. I think this phenomenon can be explained by the way in which TFMs are thought up, by frequency group. Those who submit a few generally derive them from a real life experience, where they recognize the hilarity of the M and wish to share it with the wider greek community. Those who submit constantly are the try hards who strain themselves to think of TFMs as a means of validation and acceptance. This is just my theory, but you can read more about it in the next publishing of Frat Psychology Quarterly.
13 years ago at 6:18 pmYou’ve been thinking about this a lot. NF
13 years ago at 7:38 pmI thought we established that “F” was not going to be a thing.
13 years ago at 8:47 pmOprah is a dyke is fucking hilarious.
13 years ago at 10:05 pm^If you do not agree with this man you need to go get checked for downs syndrome.
13 years ago at 10:34 pmEasy there bama. Oprah’s alright in my book
13 years ago at 11:04 pmI used to like him too. Then I saw on the internet that he was apparently texting himself pretending to be a slam and posting the screenshots on twitter. To me, that screams try hard and NF. The tipping point was this discussion I saw him having with Dorn where he said TFM would be nothing without him. It just shattered any status he had, for me. I’ll say, the way the anonymity of these accounts has played out is just captivating. You go on the twitter, people have what’s known as an “anon account.” The complexity of the relationships and the forum is amazing. I’ve enjoyed this website and the twitter counterpart for the so called trolling. I never thought people would take it farther. Hell, there’s some people on there that are getting married after sexting over twitter anonymously. Seriously, the whole thing is fascinating.
13 years ago at 12:03 amPart of me wants to agree with you, but it’s hard to judge a person off of their activity on an anonymous website.
13 years ago at 9:22 amNot gonna use arrows, but Frat Dakota way up there is a prime example. You can tell he’s kinda butt hurt about it too.
13 years ago at 11:00 amFratDakota getting offended. NF.
13 years ago at 7:11 pmWho ever hazed you did a terrible job
13 years ago at 9:41 pmSo today I was walking to work when I saw a funeral in progress at a cemetery. Since I was already wearing a suit (required for my internship) and I was pretty early for work, I decided to pop in to see what was going on. I walked up the marble path, up to a rather large memorial service (about 250-300 people) for what appeared to be a baby that had died shortly after birth. The family really went all out, the tombstone was massive and the coffin had gold embroidering, really nice. The people looked about what you would expect, all dressed up, mothers were crying, and even a few fathers couldn’t hold back their tears. Well about 15 minutes in, after the opening hymn, people started to filter up to the microphone to express their condolences to the family. The grandfather said some words about how everything is a blessing even if it doesn’t seem like it, the brother of the father reassured the family that, if they ever needed anything, that the family was there for them. Then a man walked up, about in his late 40’s, and said “Although I don’t really know the family, or the deceased that well, I want to say, I’m sorry for your loss. I too have lost a child.” He walked from the mic, over to the families, shook their hand and walked away. He didn’t know the family? So, it seemed ANYONE could say something at the funeral. I straightened my tie, put on my most sorrowful expression, and walked towards the front. I approached the man holding the microphone and, in my most solemn tone, asked if I might say a few words. The man smiled warmly and handed me the microphone, completely oblivious to what was about to happen. I turned to face the crowd, all intently looking at me with the most melancholy and tearful eyes you’ve ever seen. I cleared my throat and said my piece: “What’s the difference between a dead baby and a sandwich? I DON’T FUCK A SANDWICH BEFORE I EAT IT!” The crowd was horrified. The sound manager tried to unplug the speakers before I could finish my joke, but to no avail; he didn’t react fast enough and couldn’t get himself together before the punchline rang through the cemetery. The crowd went fucking batshit. The reaction started with sheer shock and horror, and ended in a blind rage, with everyone, even some of the WWII veterans and grandmothers in the crowd, trying to tackle me to the ground. Being that I was a football running back in high school, I was much faster than everyone there. Good thing too, God knows what would have happened if they caught me. Probably have thrown me into the grave with their failure of a living baby. I had to run around for a bit, but I eventually made my way to the western exit.
13 years ago at 9:42 pmI’ve never felt so proud of myself in my entire life.
tl;dr
13 years ago at 12:01 amI thought misogyny guy was good…
13 years ago at 5:42 am^I had to make a new account because my old one got banned.
13 years ago at 8:53 amThere’s a special place in hell where you’ll burn you piece of shit.
13 years ago at 2:12 pmI hope you learned how to clench too, you fuck
13 years ago at 10:13 pmWearing your boxers backward so the flap is in the front and don’t get ruined while your in jail taking it in the can. TNM.
13 years ago at 10:42 pmHaha ha haha im drunk
13 years ago at 9:17 am^ doubt it, champ.
13 years ago at 9:46 amI hate North Dakota a little bit more with each passing day…
13 years ago at 12:00 amState below the Mason-Dixon Line. TSouthernM
13 years ago at 9:57 amCause you got raped?
13 years ago at 10:35 am