The only thing I don’t like about my letters is that I can’t drink in them. TSM.
The only thing I don’t like about my letters is that I can’t drink in them. TSM.
Is it wrong that I get really mad when geeds share TSMs on Facebook? TSM.
My haircut costs too much to consider putting hippie-trash feathers in it. TSM.
Knowing that frat guys are the biggest assholes…but still refusing to date a GDI. TSM.
Having more sorority t-shirts than college t-shirts. TSM.
My sorority doesn’t have a crappy rap video. TSM.
God grant me the serenity to accept the grades I cannot change, courage to raise the grades I can, and wisdom to know the difference. TSM.
You know you’re a GDI, if you’re a teen mom. TSM.
Saw frathubby cry for the 1st time today. I told him we’re officially having a little Sig Pi legacy. It’s a boy! TSM.
I want to have twins one day. A boy and a girl so I can match his bow tie and her hair bow. TSM.
Judging a guy by his ability to unhook your bra. TSM.
Bathroom bonding moments. TSM.
Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because he was tall and in a good fraternity, and he’ll probably text you again at 2:34am this Saturday. TSM.
I might know him. What fraternity is he in? TSM.
I am the daughter, the sister, and the girlfriend of military officers. God Bless our troops. TSM.
It’s only a successful night out if you get a new prof pic out of it. TSM.
His first name sounds like a last name, and his last name sounds like money. TSM.
Shacking, my way to avoid drunk eating. TSM.
I knew I would be a sorostitute the moment I got my first easy bake oven. TSM.
I want to see him just so he can see that I’m ignoring him. TSM.