Moms’ Weekend turning your crazy, semi-alcoholic friends into wholesome girls you don’t even recognize. TSM.

Remembering the night by what you wore, not what you did. TSM.

“Drunk calories don’t count, right?”
“No, and drunk words don’t either.” TSM.

Uber ride of shame. TSM.

There is a special place in heaven for boys who understand the importance of asking you to formal in the most public and extravagant way possible. TSM.

Dressing like you’re in a sorority. Drinking like you’re in a fraternity. TSM.

“If you don’t want to date me that’s fine, but you’re wrong and I hate you.”- Workaholics. TSM.