Manners with his mother. Makers with his father. TSM.

You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to your sisters. TSM.

Being pretty offended when he tells you that you are a “good girl,” but also slightly proud that someone out there still thinks so. TSM.

You can’t be “practically” in a sorority, geed. TSM.

Always in recruitment mode. TSM.

Knowing nothing about soccer, but partying like you do. TSM.

Talking to every guy at the bar except the one you like, just to prove a point. TSM.

Always fucked up. Never fucked over. TSM.

“I’m not judging you or anything, but oh my God!” TSM.