Laura Bush and her daughters, Cindy McCain, and Lynne Cheney. The best Republican women were Thetas. TSM.

Sometimes I forget that people outside of my friend group actually exist. TSM.

Silly fratdaddy, your frocket tee is for me. TSM.

Nancy Reagan being escorted by George W. Bush at Betty Ford’s funeral. TSM.

Celebrating your period. NS. Expecting your frathubby’s legacy. TSM.

GDIs are useful for two reasons: getting me good grades in tough classes, getting me good grades in easy classes. TSM.

Intentionally showing cleavage as a beer pong tactic. TSM.

Being on a texting basis with your fratdaddy’s mom. TSM.

Hell hath no fury like a sorority girl scorned. TSM.

Immediately spotting Ashley’s unforgivable Abercrombie and Fitch shorts and hating her even more. TSM.

Beer with dollar menu food. NS. Franzia with my Lean Cuisine. TSM.

People like me shouldn’t have to go to the DMV. TSM.

Living below the Mason-Dixon line, and summering above it. TSM.

Being a child development major not because of any MRS degree, but because I love children and want to change the world. TSM.

I’m not really sure what Google + is yet, but I’m defs still in more circles than you, GDI. TSM.

Knowing Ashley totes doesn’t deserve Lucas and glad that he went home to find real class. TSM.

Being hard to forget > playing hard to get. TSM.

Maybe if Taylor Swift went to college she could’ve found herself a respectable fratdaddy instead of getting her heart broken by all of those GDIs. TSM.

Allergic to clearance items. TSM.

The only thing getting me through this Monday is knowing there will be a drama-filled Bachelorette tonight. TSM.