I walk around like I own the place because I do. TSM.
I walk around like I own the place because I do. TSM.
I don’t believe in deadlines. I believe in a little cleavage and some strategically placed glitter. TSM.
Your wedding color scheme matching your sorority’s colors. TSM.
I got my wings without Red Bull. TSM.
Using a cookie exchange as a way of winning office politics. TSM.
The not-so-secret competition of who will make the best baked goods on Valentine’s Day. TSM.
“No, literally.” TSM.
Skyping your Big from across the room during meeting. TSM.
Hoping that your fratdaddy’s little sister pledges your sorority so she can be your little sister too. TSM.
I look really cute. Let’s take lots of pictures tonight. TSM.
Always having clothes in your closet that still have the tags on them. TSM.
Watching SportsCenter and reading Good Housekeeping. TSM.
My great-great-grand big’s shirt is the only hand-me-down I own. TSM.
I speak Starbucks. TSM.
I only fraternize with fraternity men. TSM.
Look, honey, no hands! TSM.
Another day, another A. TSM.
My children will be prettier than your children. TSM.
If you think I’m a bitch, then you’re right. TSM.
Everything is more fun when you’re drunk…except for painting your nails. TSM.