A proper lady never spits. Anything. TSM.
A proper lady never spits. Anything. TSM.
The best sandwich made is when I’m in the middle. TSM.
Get some sun, or I’m taking you to standards. TSM.
The age old test to see if the PNMs eat the snacks we provide during recruitment. TSM.
Hope Solo being 5’9 and announcing she’s 150 lbs on Letterman and proud of it. TSM.
Adopting an underprivileged teenager and having him become an NFL star. TSM.
The only think yankee about me is my favorite candle. TSM.
Texting daddy to figure out who I’m suppose to vote for. TSM.
My thighs don’t touch. TSM.
I’m all for feminism or whatever, but I don’t like carrying heavy things. TSM.
Try to fit into my size zero jeans before you call it Phi Moo again, gdi. TSM.
The only reason why I have a BMI of 10 is because I have big boobs. TSM.
Getting a BMW and a pink Coach purse for graduation and being almost more excited about the purse because it’s pink. TSM.
Training your teacup Chihuahua to stop barking when you say, “Be classy!” TSM.
On gamedays, I shotgun Nattys in $300 Lilly dresses and my grandmother’s pearls. TSM.
The two guys I “lost my virginity to” are in the same fraternity. TSM.
I’ll do your blow, but I won’t do or blow you, geed. TSM.
Sorority squat is totes perf for standing sex. TSM.
For my birthday last week Fratdaddy bought me a David Yurman ring, a new longchamp tote, Columbia pfg shirt, a monogrammed fishing pole, 4 new colors of nike shorts, and a set of pearl earrings. We have been together for two months last Friday. Oh and we still haven’t had sex. TSM.
I’m saving sex for college. TSM.