There’s never a grade bad enough that marrying a doctor can’t fix. TSM.
There’s never a grade bad enough that marrying a doctor can’t fix. TSM.
I like boys whose first names sound like last names and last names sound like money. TSM.
The goal is to have an IQ that is higher than your weight. TSM.
Bringing weekly batches of baked goods to the fratcastle because just like recruitment, sweetheart campaigning is 365 days a year. TSM.
Using the private master bath at a party for an intimate gossip sesh. TSM.
My fratdaddy is the sweetest asshole I’ve ever met. TSM.
“She had on a new dress and she curled her hair, she was lookin’ too good not to go somewhere.” TSM.
Whoever said size doesn’t matter obviously forgot to measure his bank account. TSM.
Always having a lengthy discussion in chapter about what the t-shirt will look like before voting on a formal theme. TSM.
Do I really have to graduate or can I just stay here for the rest of my life? TSM.
Having a competition with your little’s boyfriend to see who can spoil her little more. TSM.
Winning the mutual friends custody battle after a break up. TSM.
His beer pong skills make me even more infatuated. TSM.
The distinct divide and blatant judgment between the girlfriends and the random girls at all of their parties. TSM.
“Is my hair too shiny today?” -Charlotte York. TSM.
You can love us or hate us, but you’ll never ignore us. TSM.
We may be filled with angels, but we’re one HELL of a sorority. TSM.
The term “walking distance” varies depending on which heels you’re wearing. TSM.
Struggling to choose between your boyfriend or your sisters in your prof pic. TSM.
“But Daddy” are the two most powerful words in the English language. TSM.