Ten real TSM submissions and one video that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
My best friend is having sex with my little, and I’m okay with it. TSM.
I can tell you’re okay with it. Because when I am okay with things, I always make it a point to announce them.
There was no wood left for the fire, so I burned my crafts. TSM.
I would have just let the fire die, but if your crafts were as shitty as your state I guess that makes sense.
I’m loving all these TSMs. But I can’t tell anyone because I’m a GDI. You got me.
Shouldn’t you be busy, like, eating chalupas and crying over your deceased social life or something?
When last night’s eye liner becomes this morning’s eye shadow. TSM.
How thick and trailer trashy do you wear your liner to make this possible?
I hope that’s the only ‘gasm you ever have.
Never failing at ANYTHING. TSM.
There’s a first time for everything, you BS-ing try-hard.
Stealing the spotlight at your sister’s wedding. TSM.
Ohhhhhhhhh, I get it…you’re a bitch!
Always saying you’re going to “drop,” but never actually doing it. TSM.
Guess who I just found out is the outcast legacy.
Sucking so much dick my mouth is constantly dry and raw. TSM.
I can’t imagine fellating has the same effect without a natural oral lubricant, but what do I know?
Even though its against our house rules, my sisters and I bought a bunny. His name is captain. He ate part of my rug, and he now poops pink & sparkles. TSTC.
Well isn’t that just neat-o for Captain Rug-Muncher.
Ughhhh stop saying “swag.”
And it’s a little late, but Happy Valentine’s Day from these pledges: