Holding your head a little higher every time you wear letters. TSM.
Holding your head a little higher every time you wear letters. TSM.
Saturday nights are for renewing my subscriptions to standards hearings. TSTC.
Drunk enough to make wildly embarrassing decisions. Not drunk enough to forget them. TSM.
Blacking out is God’s way of saying, “Don’t worry about it.” TSM.
Controlling his zipper and his wallet. TSM.
Looking up the projected income of your new boy’s major before taking it too far. TSM.
I just want him to text me so I can ignore him. TSM.
Dressing like you’re in a sorority. Drinking like you’re in a fraternity. TSM.
I like my coffee as black as my heart. TSM.