The more sisters sent to standards, the better the event. TSTC.

Claiming to have gotten strictly genetic traits from your big. TSM.

Glitter in your wine is basically goldschlager, right? TSM.

I like my lips red, my wine white and my skies blue. TSM.

Sisters never let sisters’ selfies go unliked. TSM.

Haaaaave you met my little? TSM.