Finding a way to squeeze a “Mean Girls” quote into any conversation. TSM.

Please Excuse My Drunk Ass Selfies. TSM.

Alumnae telling you they were the alcoholic chapter back then, too. TSM.

Why be their sweetheart when you can be their queen? TSM.

“Bed Bath and Beyond over it.” TSM.

“He’s my boyfriend. He just doesn’t know it yet.” TSM.

“So, where did you end up last night?” TSM.

Let me boss your pledges around so I know it’s real. TSM.

Showing up to alcohol training drunk. TSM.

Sisterhood of the traveling formal dress. TSM.

Crafting your own Halloween costume so it’s perfect. TSM.

Shack shirts: doubling as sleep shirts and souvenirs since the beginning of time. TSM.

Painting your sorority letters on your pumpkin. TSM.

Genuinely believing Taylor Swift’s new song “Bad Blood” was written about you and your ex-best friend. TSM.

Going to the library to socialize. TSM.

Drunk nights with your big always ending with crying yourselves to sleep about how much you love each other. TSM.

Having a “boyfriend” in every house. TSTC.

When your sisters have seen you naked more times than he has. TSM.

Not needing it to be Wednesday to wear pink. TSM.

Job interviews are just adult recruitment. TSM.