“Could you do me a huge favor? I’ll buy you Starbucks.” TSM.

“Can you get sent to standards for doing the secret handshake at the bar? Asking for myself.” TSM.

Wish you were beer. TSM.

“Don’t tell anyone” doesn’t apply to my big or little. TSM.

Collecting fraternity door codes. TSM.

Having a cuter “How we met” story with your big than you do with your boyfriend. TSM.

Planning your Instagram posts in advance. TSM.

Feeling like high school you would be terrified of the new and improved college you. TSM.

The hottest thing you can wear is your letters. TSM.

Your shack shirt being a vintage t-shirt from your own sorority. TSM.

Throwing your letters, while wearing his. TSM.

I wish her a long life with a small ring. TSM.

We’re a package deal. TSM.

“Most likely to get our chapter kicked off campus.” TSTC.

Telling your big you have daddy issues because she refuses to date just one guy at a time. TSM.

Having more memories in the bar bathroom than in the bar. TSM.

Do I want to give you a blow job? No. Will I? Still no. TSTC.

My big tells me I’m pretty. TSM.

“Is it weird I sort of pride myself on how crazy I am?” TSTC.

I’m a sucker for seersucker. TSM.