Coming to a party with your best friend. Leaving with a pair of best friends. TSM.
Coming to a party with your best friend. Leaving with a pair of best friends. TSM.
Being the reason the bartender quit his job during homecoming week. TSM.
Being everyone’s favorite senior. TSM.
Leading him on with false promises of tit pics. TSM.
Having met your pledge sister at a fraternity house, post-shack, instead of a new member activity. TSM.
Having chosen your school based on the colors you look best in. TSM.
Not having shoes, jewelry, a purse, or any idea what you’re wearing to formal until the day before. TSM.
Naturally standing up the second you hear tall, non-fat, no whip, at Starbucks. TSM.
A fraternity’s social chair begging you to come to their party. TSM.
Pregaming the social that standards won’t let you go to. TSM.
Making sure he invites you to his formal before you invite him to yours. TSM.
“She wants to rush. She just doesn’t know it yet.” TSM.
Your nail color matching your vibrator, perfectly. TSM.
Being “unable to even” at big/little reveal. TSM.
“Well, I mean, I already blow-dried my hair” being a legitimate excuse to go out on any given night. TSM.
Using mod podge to fix the hologram on your fake ID. TSM.
The risk management committee giving you your own personal sober sister for formal. TSM.
No-Shave November? More like Not-Getting-Any November. TSM.
Monogramming your beer bong. TSM.
Being in the front and center of any and all photos. TSM.