Painting his cooler and then drinking everything in it. TSM.

Voting for the girl who used “Let me be your ruler. You can call me Queen B” in her presidential candidacy speech. TSM.

Dancing like everyone’s watching. TSM.

The Barden Bellas, pre-Fat Amy. TSM.

Sundresses and shit-kickers. TSM.

Drinking all natural, not from concentrate cranberry juice with your vodka to get your daily fruit intake. TSM.

Bid day feeling like Christmas in July…in August. TSM.

The passive aggressive shove of frenemies on the dance floor. TSM.

The mass text to sisters when a recruitment song comes on in the bar. TSM.