Wine is BAE. TSM.

What clothes did I even wear before I joined a sorority? TSM.

I don’t care if you don’t want to hear about my sorority. I’m going to tell you anyway. TSM.

She was mean to my little. We hate her. TSM.

Don’t whine about it. Wine about it. TSM.

The bittersweet moment when you realize that your pledge class is no longer the babies. TSM.

The next two weeks’ wardrobe consists strictly of letters. TSM.

Having loud inappropriate conversations with your sisters over froyo. TSM.