Chasing down Advil with a mimosa. TSM.
Chasing down Advil with a mimosa. TSM.
Being pulled aside by airport security on your way home because the TSA officer wanted to ask where you had your nails done. TSM.
Dress like Jackie, party like Gatsby. TSM.
Santa, I’ve been very nice this year, so I’d like the boys on the naughty list, please. TSM.
Spending more time at the bars than in class, but still making Dean’s List. TSM.
Being a gold card member at Starbucks. TSM.
The only job I’ve ever had is a boob job. TSM.
We have plenty of diversity in this sorority. There’s a hot redhead in each pledge class. TSM.
Little girl, big personality. TSM.
I don’t believe in short hair. TSM.
Double D’s get degrees. TSM.
All the male baristas at Starbucks know my name and all the female baristas pretend they don’t. TSM.
Feeling a sense of accomplishment when he tells you his pledges are “all afraid of you.” TSM.
You hurt my little. Prepare to die. TSM.
The glare you get when you accidentally wander into the plus-sized section. TSM.
You know you love me. TSM.
That’s why Dan Humphrey’s hair is so big. It’s full of secrets. TSM.
A girl who leaves a glitter trail is never forgotten. TSM.
“We don’t like him.” TSM.
Judging people by how well their Christmas tree is decorated. TSM.