Having a signature dance move. TSM.

Remembering the night by what you wore, not what you did. TSM.

Last one to get ready. First one to get drunk. TSM.

Sometimes, I wonder how all those drunk girls I’ve bonded with in bathrooms are doing. TSM.

“Drunk calories don’t count, right?”
“No, and drunk words don’t either.” TSM.

Dressing like you’re in a sorority. Drinking like you’re in a fraternity. TSM.