She wouldn’t even look good with a tan and a filter. TSM.

Not understanding why girls think they’re in disguise when they’re not wearing letters. You’re not Clark Kent. You have not transformed into another person just because you’re wearing normal clothes. TSM.

At the end of the night, if I don’t have a boy or a burrito, there’s a problem. TSM.

Mentally preparing yourself not to do things when drunk, but never failing to come up with a whole new set of bad decisions. TSM.

Feeling like you’re part guy, because you have the best pickup lines and brag about your conquests. TSM.

Forming a “Greek Row” in lecture. TSM.

Being unable to explain what your dad does for a living, but knowing without a shadow of a doubt that he’s damn good at it. TSM.