A proper lady never spits. Anything. TSM.
I don’t dye my hair or starve myself to stay thin. I don’ t look down upon lower tier sororities. I’m not getting my MRS degree but an MBA instead. I can make a fantastic sandwich, award winning cupcakes and unbutton an Oxford and khakis with one hand. TSM.
I’m not a slampiece, I’m a take-home-to-meet-the-fam-piece. TSM.
Elle Woods would’ve proven Casey Anthony was guilty. TSM.
If more females would sit down and be ladies, more males would stand up and be gentlemen. TSM.
Adopting an underprivileged teenager and having him become an NFL star. TSM.
On gamedays, I shotgun Nattys in $300 Lilly dresses and my grandmother’s pearls. TSM.
Your fratdaddy knowing that he can laugh at misogynistic TFMs all day, but if he ever treated you unkindly, he’d be ironing his own shirts and making his own sandwiches in a heartbeat. TSM.
Okay geed, you may think I “bought” my friends but at least I don’t have to take photos of myself in the bathroom just so there’s pictures of me on Facebook. TSM.
I don’t play hard to get. I am hard to get. TSM.
Being a Jackie, not a Marilyn. TSM.
None of my friends got pregnant in high school. TSM.
The only boys that can get below my Mason-Dixon Line are those who have pledged under it. TSM.
The only three things a guy should want to change about a girl are her last name, her address, and her point of view on men. TSM.
My sorority was founded before “sorority” was even a word. TSM.
Can’t I just be a cuddlepiece with t-shirt privileges? TSM.
Going to the gym to actually sweat, and going to school to actually get an education. TSM.
sorry for partying. TSM.
Never had my belly button pierced. TSM.
My degree is not a back-up-plan. It’s a passion. I went to college to learn how to save lives, not bake pies. I already knew how to do that. TSM.