The only man a girl should ever wait for is the bartender that’s serving her wine. He’s a busy man. TSM.

Your teacher showing you favoritism because you’re in her sorority. TSM.

“Do we like her?” TSM.

Using the World Cup to help you determine what country to study abroad in. TSM.

Your big’s boyfriend becoming as protective over you as an older brother. TSM.

The sisterhood of the travelling formal dress. TSM.

I like my politics red, my wine white, and my skies blue. TSM.

You might think she’s a bitch, but I think she’s just being honest. TSM.

Using your front-facing camera as a mirror. TSM.

Manners with his mother. Makers with his father. TSM.

You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to your sisters. TSM.

Being pretty offended when he tells you that you are a “good girl,” but also slightly proud that someone out there still thinks so. TSM.

You can’t be “practically” in a sorority, geed. TSM.

Always in recruitment mode. TSM.

Knowing nothing about soccer, but partying like you do. TSM.

Talking to every guy at the bar except the one you like, just to prove a point. TSM.

Always fucked up. Never fucked over. TSM.

“I’m not judging you or anything, but oh my God!” TSM.

The devil wears cargo shorts. TSM.

Shacking with soldiers totally counts as community service. TSM.