My heroes wear dog tags, not capes. TSM.
My heroes wear dog tags, not capes. TSM.
Fraternity house bathroom heart-to-hearts. TSM.
Well that was a waste of an outfit. TSM.
There’s a T-shirt for that. TSM.
First drink I have ever bought in a bar was not for myself, but for a Marine, last night. TSM.
Classy ladies never have one night stands. We just held auditions and you didn’t get a callback. TSM.
Being thoroughly ashamed at all the anti-football TSMs because true sorostitutes watch, understand, and enjoy football with their fratdaddies. And take care of all that comes with the tradition. TSM.
Letters off, bottoms up. TSM.
Frequent frustration over how to comfortably wear a headband and sunglasses at the same time. TSM.
Praying for the fellow Frat Daddies, Sorostitutes, Slampieces, and GDIs alike at the University of Texas. TSM.
All I want for Christmas is a Tiffany’s bracelet and my period. TSM.
Having way less drama than the TFM wall. We’ve obviously mastered the art of pretending to get along. TSM.
I didn’t pledge a top house, but after 4 years of hard work I’m graduating from one. TSM.
My little is dating my fratdaddy’s little. TSM.
Some Ohio State fans asked my pledge sisters and me why we were dressed up for the Sugar Bowl. We said “welcome to the SEC.” TSM.
Defying the “dumb sorority girl” stereotype one Dean’s List letter at a time. TSM.
If you don’t understand the Mean Girls reference, you can’t sit with us! TSM.
I couldn’t care less what your parents make. You better be going places yourself if you think you have a shot. TSM.
Every kiss begins with Kay? Funny. Most of mine begin with vodka. TSM.
It makes me sad Charlotte couldn’t have kids but Casey Anthony could. TSM.