My big do stuff that your big wish she could. TSM
My big do stuff that your big wish she could. TSM
Will it help that I’m pretty? TSM.
The only reason I buy other sororities’ philanthropy t-shirts is so that I can wear them on my most haggard days. TSM.
Perfect body, luscious lips, tiny waist, gorgeous hips. TSM.
It was so nice talking to you. So nice. TSM.
The subtle “once over” glance before accepting his drink offer. TSM.
The biggest turn-on is when your fratdaddy talks business and politics with your real daddy. TSM.
If you love me you’ll wait…an hour for me to get ready. TSM.
Recruitment starts in six days. The only items in my mini fridge are slimfast and diet coke. TSM.
That moment of panic when you check and make sure you texted your big and not your boy…phew. TSM.
Getting a timeline on Facebook so you can have a cover photo of your sorority. TSM.
Using “TSM” as a noun, adjective, and verb. TSM.
Sisters being confused as to why I’m awake before noon. TSM.
The only boys I chase are Jose, Williams, and Jack. TSM.
Using your fratdaddy’s email to vote for your sorority’s Lilly print. TSM.
Knowing exactly which sports my future son will play. TSM.
I taught your fratdaddy that thing you like. TSM.
Correcting your waitress on the daily drink specials. TSM.
Always wearing lace just in case. TSM.
I planned my wedding way before Pinterest. TSM.