The hottest thing a guy can say to me is that he’s Pre-Law. TSM.
The hottest thing a guy can say to me is that he’s Pre-Law. TSM.
I don’t need luck. I have adderall. TSM.
During Greek Week, we score just as much during the day as we do at night. TSM.
“And though she be but little, she is fierce.” TSM.
The list of boys your sisters go through after you ask “guess who just texted me?” TSM.
Winning the Miss TSM award at your last sorority formal. TSM.
Sweetie, your ass shouldn’t be more recognizable to a fraternity than your face. TSM.
I don’t care what anyone says about my sorority… Except right before recruitment, then I care a lot. TSM.
Being a Starbucks Gold member. TSM.
“But his last initial would look so nice in your monogram!” TSM.
The sense of accomplishment you have when you secure your adderall supply for finals week. TSM.
Not needing to buy your little’s love…but doing it anyway. TSM.
Pre-gaming study hours. TSM.
“Well I can’t go to that alone!” TSM.
Buying the Olympics themed laundry detergent because it has the American flag on it. TSM.
I’d be more modest if I wasn’t so fabulous. TSM.
“I like invented her.” TSM.
Good friends tell you everything will be alright. Sisters leave the door unlocked and greet you with shots. TSM.
Little girl, big bow. TSM.
Empathizing with the Ashley’s when watching Recess as a kid. TSM.