Promising not to put an unflattering picture of your sister on Facebook…unless you look really good in it, in which case, you will. TSM.
Promising not to put an unflattering picture of your sister on Facebook…unless you look really good in it, in which case, you will. TSM.
Honey, I didn’t make you look like a slut. You made you look like a slut. TSM.
If no one knows him, it doesn’t count. TSM.
Obnoxiously telling each sister how much you love her via Facebook instead of studying. TSM.
Who needs one boy when you have one hundred sisters? TSM.
Not having enough room in your closet to fit your clothes or shoes but still insisting you have nothing to wear. TSM.
Letting the weather have little to no affect on what you wear to go out. TSM.
Having a Barbie and Ken date party theme. TSM.
Sending your sisters “Miss youuuuuu” snapchats with the cutest not cute face any time you leave campus for a weekend. TSM.
Looking fine, drinking wine. TSM.
Boys will come and go, but littles are forever. TSM.
You know what I got for Valentine’s Day? Drunk. TSM.
Sweetie, just because you were recently initiated doesn’t mean you’ve earned speaking privileges at chapter. TSM.
Is it because I’m so strong, or because I’m so drunk that I snapped my wine opener in half? TSM.
Playing bid/no-bid with American Idol contestants. TSM.
Knowing it’s for real when your boyfriend lets you participate in hazing. TSM.
Wine doesn’t have the calorie count written on the label, so I’m going to take that to mean it doesn’t have any. TSM.
Thin girls, fat hearts. TSM.
Calling an emergency meeting with your grandbig when your big “doesn’t feel like drinking.” TSM.
Knowing it’s better to be single and happy than attached and miserable this Valentine’s Day. TSM.