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

“Apparently, he’s afraid of you.” TSM.

Pregaming a first date. TSM.

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

“Can you not?” TSM.

Always matching your bra and underwear, because you never know what’s going to happen. TSM.

“I admire how you can compliment someone and insult them at the same time.” TSM.