Peeled our letters off of another sister’s car because it was a hoopty and downright embarrassing. TSM.
Peeled our letters off of another sister’s car because it was a hoopty and downright embarrassing. TSM.
I only give HJ’s with manicured nails. TSM.
Wearing pearls everyday? So middle school, along with your A&F baby-doll Tee and Vera Bradley purse. Ladies, it’s all about the fab earrings and chunky necklaces. Welcome to college. TSM.
I take my monogrammed Lacoste towels to the gym. TSM.
NOT drunk munching Taco Bell like a fatass GDI. TSM.
P90X is for GDIs, Daddy got me a personal trainer. TSM.
I’m diverse, I’m multi-fratural, I love all frat daddies. TSM.
I pick whether or not to slam a fratpiece based on his fraternity and the average starting salary of his major. TSM.
Wearing running shorts, hair in a messy bun, no makeup,and still looking better than you. TSM.
Wore Lilly on bid day, all four years. TSM.
Blanche Devereaux. TSM.
The university schedules rush for October because otherwise the legacies we don’t let in will drop out and transfer. TSM.
Thanks for shacking, your pearls, koozie, and cell are on my nightstand. TSM.
I’m the one your mom is going to love, and the one your dad will shake your hand and say “fine slampiece son, fine indeed”. TSM.
I feel so much hotter when I’m having sex on a regular basis. TSM.
It’s okay GDI, I’d hate me too. TSM.
Sitting getting my pedicure for rush and drinking a Starbucks frappuccino… in a frat koozie. TSM.
Nothing puts me in the mood like a guy in a polo button down. TSM.
It’s not a walk of shame if you’re in $500 shoes and you get dropped off in a Range Rover. Yes, you GDI, I do have sex hair, but it still looks better than yours. TSM.
I used my pearl necklace to put my hair in a ponytail while giving head. TSM.