I’m sorry Mr. Bottom Tier, I totally didn’t receive your texts, calls, emails, tweets, or Facebook messages inviting me to your formal. Honest to goodness. So incredibly sorry. TSM.
I’m sorry Mr. Bottom Tier, I totally didn’t receive your texts, calls, emails, tweets, or Facebook messages inviting me to your formal. Honest to goodness. So incredibly sorry. TSM.
Excited to turn 21 so my little can finally start using my fake. TSM.
Always being able to distinguish between the geeds and the greeks at a party based on who’s wearing jeans. TSM.
Sorry for Paddying. TSM.
The “take his hat and walk away” move. TSM.
The post-crafting sesh glitter apocalypse. TSM.
The fact that Pinterest is invite only. TSM.
Formal: Hunger Games to Hungover Games. TSM.
I think he just asked himself to our formal. TSM.
Been there, done that, got fined. TSM.
If he doesn’t use proper grammar, I won’t text him back. TSM.
Using mandatory study hours to put together an all-American themed playlist on your iPod. TSM.
Lady and the Tramp being on DVD was the main reason I went out shopping today. It cost my daddy over $400. Oops. TSM.
Willing a fraternity in your senior will. TSM.
You are a bitch, and you are good at it. TSM.
I only drink beer if it’s complimented by a little sand, country music and my fratdaddy. TSM.
“Everybody says you gotta know your enemies – even if they only weigh a hundred pounds and stand five foot three.” TSM.
When you hear GDIs complaining about your glitter trail. TSM.
It’s really cute that your engineering sorority has Greek letters, but they’re still on a hoodie. TSM.
Every time I walk into Michael’s I wonder why they haven’t started selling coolers yet. TSM.