Playing the “who’s going to text who first” game with the fratdaddy. TSM.
Playing the “who’s going to text who first” game with the fratdaddy. TSM.
Immediately judging girls based on the height of their heels. TSM.
Literally shedding a tear when your sorority is finally announced as winner of the 2012 Lilly Print War. TSM.
My fratdaddy can bait a hook and he wears Gucci shoes. I think I’m in love. TSM.
Dear Courtney, you may have a rose tonight, but you would never in a million years get a bid. TSM.
It is a legitimate problem that Gossip Girl and The Bachelor are on at the same time. TSM.
So do I need to look presentable? TSM.
Cameras up, cups down! TSM.
“Let’s raise awareness.” TSM.
Understanding everything by a sister’s tone of voice when she says “We used to dance together in high school.” TSM.
Just drink until it’s not awkward anymore. TSM.
Formal: a classier way of saying “shit show.” TSM.
If you can’t take a joke, don’t walk around looking like one. TSM.
Skipping class to curl your hair for recruitment. TSM.
When you know you should be doing homework, but you can’t stop looking through all the new bid day pics. TSM.
Both of my sizes are 2 digits: 00 and DD. TSM.
I don’t care who is playing in the Super Bowl…I just care about the party. TSM.
The bigger the bow, the better the beau. TSM.
The “pass down or keep” dilemma. TSM.
I wish my hair was as forgiving as my liver when it comes to the damage I subject it to. TSM.