I’m not saying buying me a new pair of Norts is the way to my heart…but it is. TSM.
I’m not saying buying me a new pair of Norts is the way to my heart…but it is. TSM.
Douchebag is synonymous with “my current male obsession who keeps giving me mixed signals.” TSM.
I don’t want a marriage, I just want a wedding! TSM.
How many Pinterest boards is it socially acceptable to have? TSM.
He’s pretty much my boyfriend. TSM.
The end of the year assessment of how many beds you’ve slept in. TSM.
I only hate you when I’m drunk, but when I’m drunk, I really hate you. TSM.
Still being labeled as the number one bitch in the chapter even when you go alum. TSM.
I’m a hot mess. Emphasis on hot. TSM.
Getting emotional when your little finds her perfect little. TSM.
“We need more people to be drunker than we are.” TSM.
Always late, but worth the wait. TSM.
Hey we just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s a bid, so sign it maybe? TSM.
“I’m sorry if you thought my forced apology was insincere.” TSM.
Having a fratdaddy and a fratty daddy. TSM.
“Beautiful, wonderful, perfect, all-American girl.” TSM.
Wait, he wants to hang out sober? TSM.
Done and done. TSM.
The Starbucks Gold Card. TSM.
It’s alright, I’m pretty. TSM.