“Our littles like, have to be besties.” TSM.
“Our littles like, have to be besties.” TSM.
I tried to like Duck Dynasty, but…I just can’t. Sorry, babe. TSM.
Fifty shades of done with this semester. TSM.
Drinking him under the table while dancing on top of it. TSM.
Using a mixer with a bottom-tier fraternity as a pregame for the house party at a top-tier fraternity. TSM.
You don’t have an epic we-just-had-a-huge-fight-so-now-I-look-totally-amazing outfit prepared? Amateur. TSM.
If I didn’t already hate her, we’d probably make great friends. TSM.
I have a love/hate relationship with my lack of relationship. TSM.
Your big threatening to take another little when you don’t do what she asks. TSM.
Telling a guy you won’t sleep with him because he has more dick in his personality than in his pants. TSM.
Kids’ meals, adult drinks. TSM.
Can I just say that we don’t have a risk management issue in this chapter? And some of us shouldn’t have to take this workshop because some of us are just victims in this situation? TSM.
Getting distracted from Pinterest while looking at Instagram. TSM.
Thoroughly enjoying the holy-hell-that-is-way-too-much-whiskey cough boys make when they try your drink. TSM.
Getting your daily serving of vegetables from your Bloody Mary. TSM.
“What’s your future earning potential? I mean, major.” TSM.
So far, holiday shopping has consisted of me buying myself presents…so I’d say it’s been a success. TSM.
So many date parties, so little time for outfit planning. TSM.
I would never sleep with a guy unless I really liked him. Or I was really drunk. TSM.
“Let me take you off speaker. I’m at the house and it’s been awhile since you’ve said something inappropriate, so I know it’s coming.” TSM.