Spending the semester more drunk than sober, but still making the Dean’s list. TSM.

Being a wine snob at home, but drinking Barefoot out of a red solo cup at school. TSM.

Telling cocky assholes you ‘O’ every time, so they feel inadequate when they can’t make it happen. TSM.

Last night was slutty, humiliating, and possibly illegal. Overall, I’d say it was a success. TSM.

Preferring tanning beds to spray tans because they feel “more natural.” TSM.

Meaning to drunk dial your grandbig and accidentally getting your grandma. TSM.

“The struggle is real.” TSM.

Rush so hard panhellenic wanna fine me. TSM.

The way to a girl’s heart is through her whiskey. TSM.

Stopping by the hair salon before your house after your six hour drive home from college. TSM.

Pinkies up, panties down. TSM.

“I knew this was going to be your profile picture.” TSM.

The guy who offers to run a naked lap on your behalf. TSM.

The occasional “We might actually be alcoholics” moment of concern before brushing it off and pouring another drink. TSM.

Having a love/hate relationship with LuLu. TSM.

Snapchatting your littles nonstop to keep the boy off your “best friends” list. TSM.

If I’m not right next to my big, I’m too far away from her. TSM.

Using a shot glass as a measuring device while baking. TSM.

That “But really, though” moment after sharing a good laugh. TSM.

Your oversized sunglasses barely hiding the judgmental looks you give people for their finals week appearance. TSM.