Crossed legs keg stand. TSM.

We’ve been dealing with jealous girls since pre-school. We’re used to it. TSM.

Always the ex-girlfriend the parents miss the most. TSM.

I have more BBM contacts than you have friends. TSM.

I sat in the library for 10 hours with my fratdaddy. He finished my accounting project and I finished my coloring book. TSM.

Sneaking Coke Zero and Vanilla vodka into the Miss University Pageant. TSM.

Hiding your ugly girls in the kitchen during rush. NS. Not having any ugly girls to hide. TSM.

First day as social chair and I’ve heard from every fraternity on campus. Get in line boys. TSM.

Burn books with all the gruesome details. TSM.

Disregard men. Acquire Yurman. TSM.

“If I send you this, you promise not to show anyone?” TSM.

“Rich Girl” by Hall and Oates. TSM.

Facebook creeping on a girl that you’re sitting right behind in chapter. TSM.

Skipping class to workout so no one sees me sweat during peak gym hours. TSM.

Yurman on my right hand, Tacori on my left. TSM.

I never wear Uggs or sweatpants. TSM.

Drunk folding laundry. TSM.

My frat daddy’s Tiffany promise ring is just a place holder for his grandmother’s Harry Winston engagement ring. TSM.

If I spent half as much time studying as I do cooler painting I would get into med school. Oh wait… I did. TSM.

You can’t sit with us. TSM.