No one would ever be so stupid as to ask me to be a sober sister. TSM.
No one would ever be so stupid as to ask me to be a sober sister. TSM.
Using your boyfriend’s fraternity as a recruitment tool. TSM.
Stealing t-shirts and WiFi passwords. TSM.
The drunk pictures after a night out are the highlight of my hangover ridden morning. TSM.
Stalking PNMs the second they graduate high school. TSM.
Waking up next to Taco Bell and feeling way more ashamed than if it had been a guy. TSM.
Ordering sorority stoles, because there’s no way you’re not wearing your letters to graduation. TSM.
Getting voted most likely to wake up at a frat house on Sunday morning. TSM.
Give me wine or give me *death.
*vodka. TSM.
Always being there when a sister “can’t find anyone to take this shot with.” TSM.