The best naps are in the tanning bed. TSM.
The best naps are in the tanning bed. TSM.
Knowing her affiliation, but not her name. TSM.
The absolutely priceless look on your little’s face when she finds out you are her big. TSM.
The best fraternity rush advertising is us wearing their shirts. TSM.
I like my GPA high and my BMI low. TSM.
If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, the way to a girl’s is through her liver. TSM.
My only pains are champagnes. TSM
Having a fratdaddy named Chris and a best friend named Christina was not the best idea for drunk texty me. TSM.
Doodling your monogram during class. TSM.
Wearing your sorority’s Lilly scarf in your passport photo. TSM.
Celebrating a beautiful day by blacking out at the pool. TSM.
I think I’ve only had 2 non-alcoholic drinks all Spring Break. TSM.
Being more excited for Greek Week than any other time of the year. TSM.
Selective panhellenic loving. TSM.
Puff painting and bedazzling your beer bong. TSM.
Being remembered by your professor as the girl in heels who always comes late. TSM.
Resisting the urge to like every picture or status your little posts about big/little week. TSM.
My social calendar regularly prevents me from breaking up with my boyfriend. TSM.
We have chapter during The Bachelor Finale. Needless to say, I’m skipping it. Chapter, that is. TSM.
“How bad would that be?” TSM.