We’re not snobs, we’re just better than you. TSM.
We’re not snobs, we’re just better than you. TSM.
Paint parties are the only time it’s acceptable to have pink streaks in your hair. TSM.
Friends don’t let friends skip tanning sessions. TSM.
Being the designated spring break bartender. TSM.
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, unless it’s on Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook. TSM.
Being the girl the fraternities love and standards hates. TSM.
Driving all over the state to make sure your sorority’s flower could be in a sister’s wedding. TSM.
‘Twas the week before revelation and all on the floor there was glitter and mod podge, need I say more? TSM.
They still talk about my antics on spring break last year. TSM.
The pre-spring break contest: “Who’s the skinniest?” The post-spring break contest: “Who’s the tannest?” TSM.
Judging the girls on spring break who have tattoos. TSM.
A sister’s candle lighting sending you into a Pinterest wedding frenzy. TSM.
If you can’t say something nice, say something clever and devastating. TSM.
Pulling more all-nighters during Greek week than study week. TSM.
A freezer full of Burnett’s and a fridge full of Diet Coke. TSM.
Using your boyfriend’s pledges to do your bitch work. TSM.
Ending every sorority function at the bar. TSM.
Classy, sassy and a bit smart ass-y. TSM.
“Can we talk about something I’m actually interested in?” TSM.
Eating is cheating. TSM.