If you’re a bird, I’m someone who shoots birds for sport. TSM.
If you’re a bird, I’m someone who shoots birds for sport. TSM.
Dress to the nines. Sparkle like a ten. TSM.
Turning your letter shirt inside out for the walk of shame, because you respect your sorority enough not to shame it, but not enough to keep you from doing the shameful thing. TSM.
Letting the pledge on your floor walk you to class just for the compliments. TSM.
Saturday nights are for renewing my subscriptions to standards hearings. TSTC.
“Recruitment video” is a music genre if you ask me. TSM.
The freshmen begging you to go out with them, because you’re an icon. TSM.
Reading your sorority’s newsletter instead of doing your class reading. TSM.