I am personally offended by Katy Perry’s song “California Girls”. TSM.
I am personally offended by Katy Perry’s song “California Girls”. TSM.
If you’re not at least an inch taller than me in my tallest pair of heels don’t bother. TSM.
Accidentally calling our soda fountain in the dining hall a “chaser machine” during recruitment tours…needless to say the girl got a bid. TSM.
When I shop online, I price things high to low. TSM.
My shoe closet is bigger than your dorm room. TSM.
Parting your hair down the middle is for GDIs. TSM.
Never taken offense to the phrase “make me a sandwich.” I make a damn good sandwich. TSM.
Soffe shorts are for GDI’s. TSM.
The only time I talk to guys wearing Ed Hardy is when I’m buying coke from them. TSM.
Hey GDI girls, nothing tastes as good as skinny feels. TSM.
Hooking up with a KA who lives by the bars so I don’t have to find a ride home. TSM.
Sorry, your pearls just aren’t the right size for rush week. TSM.
Student loans? Hah. My daddy’s been paying $20,000 a year in tuition since I was in first grade. TSM.
You have red hair. Enjoy the hour of rush we allow you in our house. You will be cut and never allowed near us again. TSM.
The only way I will attract a suitable husband is if I study in the law library, wear nike running shorts, sorority T-shirts, am a public relations major, and don’t make eye contact with GDIs. TSM.
If you’re going to be two faced, sweetie, at least make one of them pretty. TSM.
My baby frat lab is getting too big for the front seat of my G35, so daddy’s getting me a new luxury SUV. TSM.
Talk to the Yurman. TSM.
We don’t want you if you’re fat, dress poorly, have roots, bad skin, bad nails, bad family income, or inappropriate facebook pictures, even though our facebook’s are 100 times worse than yours. Welcome to rush bitches. TSM.
I got an embroidery machine for my maid only so she can monogram every piece of clothing I have, including underwear.. “Interlocking script please, Gloria.” TSM.