Big boobs. Big butt. Big hair. TSM.

Getting called to standards because Nationals heard about your party. TSM.

My future husband better be studying so hard for finals right now. TSM.

If we shack, I’m going to expect you text me everyday, or never again. There is no in between. TSM.

Drunk you being the resident “PR problem.” TSTC.

Formals > Finals. TSM.

For prom your date got you a corsage. For formal, a fifth is more appropriate. TSM.

Accidentally ordering your latte “on the rocks” instead of “iced.” TSM.

To do my homework or to do my nails nails? TSM.

Dating a guy who wants to protect your little just as much as you do. TSM.

What do you need to be a successful president? A lot of wine. TSM.

Bedazzling the fuck out of his cooler when he pisses you off. TSM.

Stealing his t-shirts as collateral. TSM.

Someone having to relay your night to you every morning. TSM.

Two formals. One weekend. TSM.

If you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk. TSM.

I’m starting this new diet where I only drink clear liquids. All you need is water and vodka anyway, right? TSM.

Being unable to tell the newest pledge class what formal is like, because you honestly can’t remember it. TSM.

People telling you you’re a hot commodity. TSM.

Long hair. High heels. Can’t lose. TSM.