The girl you babysit calling your sorority “that wine-drinking club you’re in.” TSM.
The girl you babysit calling your sorority “that wine-drinking club you’re in.” TSM.
Hooking up with a fraternity’s president as a pledge. TSM.
I’m not drunk. I just can’t feel anything. TSM.
Dog tags are the military’s lavalieres. TSM.
Even when we’re not having fun, we’re still having more fun than you. TSM.
Treat every week like it’s syllabus week. TSM.
It’s not the hands you shake. It’s the orgasms you fake. TSM.
Nothing giving you more anxiety than your standards chair looking through pictures on your phone. TSM.
Never wearing pants to the bar. TSM.