Waiting and waiting for a call to standards and then celebrating with more punishable behavior when you realize you got away with it. TSM.
Waiting and waiting for a call to standards and then celebrating with more punishable behavior when you realize you got away with it. TSM.
My fratdaddy’s last semester of college is my last semester waiting for him to propose. TSM.
The only time I drink beer is when I want to use my Lilly coozie. TSM.
Announcing at chapter that your TSM got published. TSM.
Insulting each other and not really meaning it. TFM. Complimenting each other and not really meaning it. TSM.
Accepting his ex’s friend request so she can see all of your pictures together. TSM.
Using lines from your Creed to call a sister out. TSM.
He asked why I only text him when I’m drunk. I told him I only text him when I have time for him, which coincidentally, is when I’m drunk. TSM.
“Lead a colorful life.” – Lilly Pulitzer. TSM.
I’m having a really good boob day. TSM.
Always being on a high horse with no intention of ever hopping off. TSM.
Getting caught underage drinking by campus security and only caring that we lost our limited edition bottle of Malibu. TSM.
Your heart skipping a beat when you get an interview with HQ. TSM.
Being more flattered when a PNM says you look pretty than when a boy does. TSM.
The “why does alcohol do such good things to us?” at the pregame always seems to turn into “why does alcohol do such bad things to us?” in the morning. TSM.
Nights like this should be illegal. Oh wait, they are. TSM.
The competition for best Super Bowl commercial ended as soon as I saw the one for David Beckham’s H&M line. TSM.
Like…the same thing, but with more glitter. TSM.
Casually drinking homework beers from a glittery rhinestone martini glass. TSM.
My wedding is going to be INSANE. TSM.