Go home, Standards. I’m drunk. TSM.

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

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

“I remember not remembering that.” TSM.

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

Drunk texting with the Greek keyboard. TSM.