Having “that little,” because you’re “that big.” TSM.

Why do sorority girls snap? Because you can’t clap with a drink in one hand. TSM.

That fraternity is on my to-do list. TSM.

You can’t regret what you don’t remember. TSM.

One minute I’m doing homework, then three hours go by and I’m on Pinterest looking up 25 ways to use a scarf. TSM.

Stopping to get Starbucks on your walk of shame. TSTC.

Drinking enough to forget how painful your heels are. TSM.

Spending more money on your little than you ever have on a boyfriend. TSM.

“She had a cocktail in her hand and confetti in her hair.” TSM.

“When faced with difficult decisions you might as well go with the guy with the bigger wiener.” -Always Lost. TSM.

The audible “Fuck” when you wake up naked and see fraternity shit everywhere. TSM.

Abbreviating words that have already been abbreviated. TSM.

I tell him he loves me at least once a week. TSM.

You’re never truly dressed without a monogram. TSM.

“You’re the friend I sin with.” TSTC.

The only snap story you really watch being your own. TSM.

Having a “Pajama Party” during finals, so no one has to change out of their study clothes. TSM.

Why can’t grad school have Greek life too? TSM.

The closest thing to a threesome he’ll ever get is being in a picture between you and your little. TSM.

It’s not real until he goes on a tampon run. TSM.