Pushing the limit on how many times you can pass back an ID in one herd of girls. TSM.

Family bonding = family bonging. TSM.

Giving great advice you’d never take yourself. TSM.

“Ain’t got a care in the world, but got plenty of beer.” TSM.

Accidentally calling your big when you need to call your mom. TSM.

Never having a problem Starbucks can’t fix. TSM.

I aspire to hold my liquor as well as my big does. TSM.

Being known as the “Bitch Face Family.” TSM.

Baking for everyone but yourself. TSM.

That moment you realize you’re becoming your big. TSM.

Alcohol is my favorite study buddy. TSM.

Legal sisters asking you what the cover at the bar is, while you’re underage. TSM.

Buying new outfits for every event, even though you already have everything you need. TSM.

Studying so hard you get a sunburn. TSM.

Screaming, “PAN LOVE” every time you meet a girl from a different chapter out at a bar. TSM.

“She’s something else.” TSM.

Sun’s out, bums out. TSM.

Running out of red, white, and blue paint the quickest. TSM.

People only knowing you by your blackout name. TSM.

Wishing Starbucks delivered. TSM.