Having an unreasonable emotional attachment to a pair of shoes. TSM.
Having an unreasonable emotional attachment to a pair of shoes. TSM.
When you’ve creeped on him so much that he’s the first person to appear when you type his first initial on Facebook. TSM.
Knowing you’re lying to bottom-tier PNMs when you tell them every house is good. TSM.
Drinking wine straight from the bottle. TSTC?
Beer, it’s what’s for dinner…and breakfast…and lunch. TSM.
I avoided an exboyfriend once soley because I did not have lipgloss on. TSM.
“Is the back of my hair straight?” TSM.
Using the Super Bowl as an excuse to invite hot guys over. TSM.
Standards may go to hell. And I will go to Standards. TSM.
There’s a direct correlation between the classes I attend and the type of men that are in them. TSM.
“But like actually though.” TSM.
The silence you hear when passing by a group of guys. TSM.
Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Frattiness. TSM.
When in doubt, add more glitter. TSM.
The forecast for tonight is looking like high alcohol, low standards, and very poor decisions. TSM.
He’s not worth investing your time in unless he invests his money in you first. TSM.
I don’t break up…I trade up. TSM.
Every fratcastle needs a princess. TSM.
Stealing the salt shakers from the dining halls for your tequila shots. TSM.
Legacies: living proof that the apple CAN fall very far from the tree. TSM.