Hungry? Grab a Diet Coke. Thirsty? Grab a shot glass. TSM.

Calling it a sleepover so it doesn’t sound as bad. TSM.

Knowing your big is mad at you when she calls you by your name instead of “Little.” TSM.

Accidental dirty rushing. TSM.

I don’t start fights, but I can finish them. TSM.

Never wearing white after labor day. Or turning white after labor day. TSM.

There’s no better shopping companion than daddy’s credit card. TSM.

This bitch REALLY makes me wish we could haze. TSM.

Your Big being both the best and worst influence on you all at the same time. TSM.

“Powder your nose, paint your toes, line your lips, and keep them closed. Cross your legs, dot your eyes, and never let ’em see you cry.” TSM.

The drunken decision between Facebook or Twitter when muploading. TSM.

Major haircuts requiring as much group discussion as giving out bids. TSM.

Thanks Mima, but what am I supposed to do with an oil well? TSM.

Spending more time getting ready to go out to the bar after your exam, than actually studying for it. TSM.

Fraternity pinnies are the holy grail of shacker tees. TSM.

You know Big/Little week is approaching when you’re scrubbing paint off your hands instead of X’s. TSM.

The way your heart breaks when you convince your little that you’re not her big so that reveal is still a surprise. TSM.

Spending substantial amounts of time perfecting my makeup, just to wear Ray-Bans all tailgate long. TSM.

He was actually cute, right? TSM.

Thinking it’s a smart idea to drink and drive. TFM. Thinking it’s a smart idea to drink and text. TSM.