Buying out the fabric roll at Hob Lob so your family print never gets discontinued. TSM.

I respectfully disagree with you, and your face. TSM.

Taking up three-fourths of my fratdaddy’s closet with my own clothes. TSM.

Flashing. NS. Flashing your pearly whites. TSM.

They know me by name at HobLob. TSM.

My warmup today was beating a GDI to the last treadmill open at the gym. Sorry I’m not sorry. TSM.

Throw what you know. TSM.

Not having to cry to get out of a ticket. TSM.