My daddy pays my dues. My boyfriend pays my tabs. TSM.

Being asked to a fraternity’s date function the day they’re told about it, because they want to make sure you’re available. TSM.

Always having a crown in your recently used emojis. TSM.

Using up all of your absences during homecoming week. TSM.

The unspoken race to get the pink ball when you go mini-golfing. TSM.

Being passive aggressive through your quotes in the student newspaper. TSM.

Not actually wanting her heart to be blessed in any way, shape, or form. TSM.

Wearing baggy t-shirts everyday, because they make your legs look skinny. TSM.

You’re never fully dressed without a Starbs. TSM.

Risking lives for cute driving snapchats. TSM.

It feels like a perfect night to dress up like strippers. TSTC.

Having a formal date option from each of the best fraternities on campus. TSM.

That “OMG, I love your outfit!” before every meeting. TSM.

“Twins are a lot of work,” meaning extra crafting, shopping, and planning. TSM.

My homework isn’t done for class, but my hair and makeup is. TSM.

Glitter being permanently stuck to the yoga mat. TSM.

Big/little reveal feeling like one chapter-wide drinking game. TSM.

“And your sisters get you home when you’re drunk off your ass.” -Luke Bryan. TSM.

We’ll look back and say, “I was at my best when I was with these women.” TSM.

I majored in sass. TSM.