I’ve got 99 problems, but a big ain’t one. TSM.

Judging a girl based on her boyfriend’s clothes. TSM.

Late night shacking, not snacking. TSM.

Having more spirit for your sorority than you ever did for your high school. TSTC.

Go home, Standards. I’m drunk. TSM.

Referring to your boyfriend’s big as your big-in-law. TSM.

Unfollowing him on social media, then forcing your sisters to let you stalk him from your account. TSM.

The devil wears chinos. TSM.

I’m concerned. My responsibilities are starting to interfere with my drinking. TSM.

“Do we know him?” TSM.

Going on more dates with your big than any member of the male population. TSM.

Knowing which drink is yours by the lipstick stain. TSM.

Getting booty called by the president of the fraternity you’re “banned” at. TSM.

Standards:”Thanks for coming tonight.”
Me:”Yes, well thanks for inviting me.” TSTC.

Unintentionally matching outfits with your big. TSM.

Pregaming five hour before the event starts. TSM.

“I remember not remembering that.” TSM.

1: “Do you workout?”
2: “I mean I sorority squat in like ever picture.” TSTC.

Shacking, but just because you’re a collector. TSM.

Drunk texting with the Greek keyboard. TSM.