The only boys that can get below my Mason-Dixon Line are those who have pledged under it. TSM.

I don’t dye my hair or starve myself to stay thin. I don’ t look down upon lower tier sororities. I’m not getting my MRS degree but an MBA instead. I can make a fantastic sandwich, award winning cupcakes and unbutton an Oxford and khakis with one hand. TSM.

Never had my belly button pierced. TSM.

Adopting an underprivileged teenager and having him become an NFL star. TSM.

Dear standards,
sorry for partying. TSM.

I’m conservative everywhere except the bedroom. TSM.

I don’t play hard to get. I am hard to get. TSM.

A proper lady never spits. Anything. TSM.

On gamedays, I shotgun Nattys in $300 Lilly dresses and my grandmother’s pearls. TSM.