Using “It’s okay, my big said I could” as a legitimate excuse. TSM.

Last night your outfit was hot. This morning, it’s just slutty. TSM.

Making out with one guy, taking a shot to sterilize your mouth, then making out with another. TSTC.

The “fake laugh” picture. TSM.

Being the first person suspected when fraternity hill is covered in glitter. TSM.

Never failing to get the boy you want at the end of the night. TSM.

Having a mid-life crisis when you become a great grand big. TSM.

Standards chair favoriting your drunk tweets. TSM.

Spending more time getting ready for the first night of recruitment than you do for a first date. TSM.

I got 99 problems, and they can all be solved with pro-con lists. TSM.

I like her, but I don’t “bid her” like her. TSM.

The blonde side of the family. TSM.

Being more upset about losing your fake ID than your real one. TSM.

Watching his brothers give him the nod of approval while he dances with you. TSM.

Respond “No letters, no number!” when a GDI asks you out. TSM.

Demanding a reenactment when you miss a sister’s candle pass. TSM.

Rationalizing how many calories you drink by how much sex you’ll have that night. TSM.

“Make bad decisions!” being your parting words to your little before a night out. TSM.

Every cloud has a silver lining, and every hangover has a stomach lining. TSM.

Sneakers are for the gym. Flip flops are for the beach. Period. TSM.