I’m not crazy, I’m just very, very curious. TSM.
I’m not crazy, I’m just very, very curious. TSM.
I don’t normally do keg stands, but when I do, I do them with my little. TSM.
Booze: the one thing needed to get you through recruitment hell that you can’t have. TSM.
“Wait, just let me check my costume box.” TSM.
“My cheeks got burnt at the tailgate. I’m chill about it, though, because now I have like a natural contour.” TSM.
It’s not even official yet and her name is already Big in my phone. TSM.
Being put on probation one week into your senior year. TSM.
Playing bid or no bid on the first day of classes, even in law school. TSM.
At this point my blood type is pumpkin spice. TSM.
When your hookup connects with you on LinkedIn. TSM.
Feeling bad for your PNM during ceremony because you can’t sing for shit. TSM.
Choosing your kid’s names based on the monogram. TSM.
Only wearing your letters before recruitment and only wearing his letters after. TSM.
Meticulously filling your planner with formals, mixers, and recruitment dates, and forgetting to leave room for classes. TSM.
When the Recruitment Chair has to talk about keeping RBF to a minimum. TSM.
Hakuna Moscato. It means no empty glass, for the rest of your days. TSM.
Text to bestie: I’m just lightly stalking his ex.
Bestie: you spelled heavily wrong.
TSM.
Being introduced to pledges as the “Girl They Need To Impress” to get a bid. TSM.
What Little wants, Little gets. TSM.
Shaving your legs for PNMs, not boys. TSTC.