Making a list during chapter of who will and who will not be invited to the wedding. TSM.
Making a list during chapter of who will and who will not be invited to the wedding. TSM.
The inner conflict when you want to unfriend someone to prove a point, but don’t want to lose the ability to hate-stalk her. TSM.
You know you’ve won when your ex leaves his own fraternity’s party when you walk in. TSM.
Just saw someone breaking into a payphone with a screwdriver to steal the quarters. I was unaware that we still had payphones, or quarters. TSM.
I’d say don’t judge me until you walk a mile in my shoes, but my shoes cost more than your rent. TSM.
I double majored in binge drinking and being awesome with a minor in judging people. TSM.
Watching your little fall in love with your sorority making you fall in love with it all over again. TSM.
Walked into Target to buy hair ties, walked out with hair ties and a bottle of Jager. TSM.
If the straight jacket fits, add some heels and call it an outfit. TSM.
Whenever I feel that the Starbucks barista is judging me for looking hungover, I judge her for working at Starbucks. TSM.
Other Greek organizations waiting to see who you pick to go to Greek week with before they can make their decisions. TSM.
“This is why you are my little.” TSM.
The more haters I have, the more I know people want to be me. TSM.
Passing down your toga-making skills before you graduate. TSM.
Bro code. TFM. Bow code. TSM.
Entertaining the idea of getting a job this summer so I can fully support my little next year. TSM.
Factoring in a few stops to pull over for someone to puke when calculating how long it will take you to drive back from spring break. TSM.
Going into college admissions because it shows off your greatest skill: judging people. TSM.
“First of all, I would like to make one thing clear. I never explain anything.” -Mary Poppins. TSM.
Now accepting applications for a formal date. TSM.