This dude claims this is for his composite, which I’m skeptical about, because in the many fortnights I’ve graced this planet, never have I seen a chintzier looking composite photo layout.

That said, this dude is such a stud. I’d definitely let my daughter date this bro. You may see an old-man polyester jacket and disgusting childtoucher mustachio/mustard yellow t-neck combo, but I see a regal gent worthy of my imaginary daughter’s hand in marriage. My only suggestion would be to die his hair and facial hair darker and go for more of a Tom Selleck look. Blonde dudes with pubestaches usually don’t get ahead in this cruel world.

Look at these fucking lady killers, eh?

Ah another week of successful posts here at CFB comes to a close. People ask me all the time how I manage to post on here one time every three months. And I can never answer that properly. But, you know, it’s a hard job putting up one haphazard post 4 times a year, but someone’s gotta do it. Where’s my fucking Pulitzer?

But, in honor of the BCS Championship Game, I’m reposting this from like October 2008. And if you’re going to cry about “oh CFB wah wah you never post new content”, it’s because I guess my Chapter was the only funny one in America. Either that, or you are all lazier than the lazy idiot who runs this blog and never posts. Hypocrites. 

Have a great weekend and I hope I win more money betting on Tim Tebow than you make in the next month at work.

Do you think these dorky gents sat there at the bid meeting saying “Say fellas, think he might be related to Cassius Clay?”

Man things were different in 1964, eh? I bet these dudes would have put him on a separate wing attachment if they could.

(In case you didn’t figure it out yet, I’m talking about the definition of the token black bro top center)

It made me laugh.

To all you dudes trying to make it through Movember/No Shave November, I’m sorry about this post. Sorry that it has emasculated you and given you the ole Double Middle Finger Salute. James L Walker just showed up, twirled his menagerie, dropped the mic, and walked off the stage. 

“Yours sincerely”— you can’t teach smarmy dissing like that, folks.

That’s right, I see you Agent Smith. 

I don’t even have to wonder if this guy was a fratty dude, because if you have the balls to change your name to “Bro”, you know you can back it up.

PS-Who the fuck does this guy look like? I cannot put my finger on it.

Good to see the photographer got Jaromir Jagr to smile for once…

The comment on the site I found this from says it all:

“He… pledged TKE in the Fall of 1986 in the W.A.S.P.S. Pledge class. WASPS stood for: Wild Aggressive Savage Perverted Studs.”

That’s yardcore.

True story, that’s not even Mr. Sword’s nickname. His parents just have a great sense of humor.