Not only judging the girls in the rush boob pictures for taking their shirts off on camera, but also for their awful manicures. TSM.
Not only judging the girls in the rush boob pictures for taking their shirts off on camera, but also for their awful manicures. TSM.
The only foreign man I’ll spend the night with is Jose Cuervo. TSM.
That moment when you change your new little’s name in your phone to “Little!” TSM.
So excited to get your little, but kind of sad that you’re no longer the baby of the family. TSM.
Mass texting “Who’d you get?!” when your pledge class finds out your littles. TSM.
Using your fake more than your license because there are pledges to drive you around. TSM.
“Anyone have to pee?” TSM.
I’m too sober to deal with your shit right now. TSM.
Having to buy your rhinestones in bulk. TSM.
Having your Mom pin you at your initiation ceremony. TSM.
Wearing my sorority lavalier to job interviews just in case they’re a Greek alumn. TSM.
Using your heels as hammer to hang up your paddles. TSM.
Sarah Palin speaking on Fox News in a pink suit on National Mean Girls Day. TSM.
That few days after you finish big/little crafting but keep finding glitter on everything. TSM.
Snaps for Romney. TSM.
“I haven’t seen you in a while, FroYo?” TSM.
When being PC means being Panhellenic-ally Correct. TSM.
Pregaming the presidential debate. TSM.
Trying to determine whether the sticky stuff on your nightstand is wine or vomit. TSM.
Please. I don’t even chase my vodka, what makes him think I’ll chase him? TSM.