Getting out of a speeding ticket because the cop’s wife was in my sorority. TSM.

Yes, I drive a truck by choice. Daddy helped me pick out the prettiest one. TSM.

Feeling sorry for the pretty girls on the Bachelor who couldn’t find a fratdaddy in college. TSM.

First all-nighter of the semester. I’m making costumes for the theme party tomorrow. TSM.

Never having a GTL day because my daddy pays for the university laundry service so I don’t have to do my own laundry. TSM.

The law school is having a crush party, time to go meet my husband. TSM.

Study wine. TSM.

Not wearing all my Yurman at once. TSM.

Not going to the unofficial social because we aren’t allowed to take pictures. TSM.

Claiming to hate Valentine’s Day because you’ve never been spoiled in your life. NS. Looking forward to Valentine’s Day and not having to ask for a thing because your fratdaddy already has it all planned out. TSM.

Try to fit into my size zero jeans before you call it Phi Moo again, gdi. TSM.

Drinking margaritas while the Spanish club does my homework. TSM.

Choosing to clean my room instead of study for my 4 exams next week because it seems pointless when it is much more likely that I’ll be running my home instead of a company. TSM.

Our freezer consists of vodka and non fat frozen yogurt. TSM.

Lilly bridal collection. TSM.

My teacher just announced the final wasn’t cumulative and everyone clapped. I snapped instead. TSM.

Playing BrickBreaker on my Sratberry, while being surrounded by Frat daddies writing essays for classes I have never even heard of. TSM.

Girl who looked like a wannabe Snooki wanted to join our sorority. Sorry sweetie we don’t accept girls who don’t know how to tan. TSM.

Having your fratdaddy stretch you out at the gym, just to watch the GDIs drool. TSM.

Whatever the theme, I have a bow and koozie to match. TSM.