Tee time with daddy, then tea time with mumzie. TSM.

M is my XL. TSM.

I respectfully disagree with you, and your face. TSM.

Which bow will give away my affiliation? Pink or green? TSM.

Its actually really hard to bounce and clap with D’s. TSM.

Oh we don’t have any facebook friends in common? You must not be in a sorority. TSM.

Lots of girls can bake, but no one makes a better dry gin martini than I do. TSM.

You know you’ve baked one to many cupcakes when you swirl your shampoo in your hands like you would frost a cupcake. TSM.

Instantly becoming best friends after a drunken conversation in the bathroom at a party. TSM.

Your good looks aren’t going to make up for your 2.6 GPA. Bless your heart though. TSM.

My clothing options are not limited to my own closet. TSM.

I know mom and dad will like the new boyfriend…but will my Big? TSM.

GTRR: Gym, tan, recruit, repeat. No sleep. TSM.

Putting Barbie band-aids on blisters you got from wearing new 4-inch heels during a weekend in Europe. TSM.

It’s not bitchy if everyone agrees with you. TSM.

Same room texting. TSM.

Being classy and going home at a reasonable hour, because nothing but trashy legs are open after 2am. TSM.

“I’m gonna go blow up FB. You with me?!” TSM.

Grace and poise will attract the boys. TSM.

Let me tell you what happens when you get sent to standards and you’re on standards. TSM.