Sisters don’t let sisters drunk text. TSM.

Hey GDI, the amount of cleavage in your profile picture isn’t fooling anyone. We still know you’re fat. TSM.

You call it babysitting, I call it my internship. TSM.

I don’t go to standards, I have standards. TSM.

Today’s sunburn is tomorrow’s tan. TSM.

Do I get an iPhone so I can have a Lilly case, or do I keep my blackberry to stay in the sisterhood group? Decisions decisions. TSM.

Being stupid and not caring. TSM.

Only cursing in the bedroom. TSM.

Summer scarves. TSM.

“By the way, you are not hearing this from me.” TSM.

If you want it then you should’ve put a drop on it. TSM.

Wendy Peffercorn. TSM.

Tanning for the vacation that I’ll spend the whole time tanning during. TSM.

Having actual seats at the Derby, and not associating with that infield trash. TSM.

Mandy Pepperidge. TSM.

Using a Lilly pencil on the MCAT. TSM.

The only un-American thing that gets under my Mason-Dixon line is Juanita when she does my brazilian. TSM.

Being able to differentiate the cups in our apartment by the color of the lipstick stain. TSM.

Being late to everything because my daddy says I’m well worth waiting for. TSM.

Saying you “need to get ready for bikini season” when really you already have a better body than anybody that will be at the country club. TSM.