“I will do whoever it takes to get us to the top”
“You mean whatever?”
“Yeah that too.” TSM.
“I will do whoever it takes to get us to the top”
“You mean whatever?”
“Yeah that too.” TSM.
The closest thing to a threesome he’ll ever get is being in a picture between you and your little. TSM.
On composite day, I look ready for formal from the neck up and ready for the gym from the neck down. TSM.
Greeting a sister with “good morning” at four in the afternoon. TSTC.
Not buying the hottest guy at the fraternity auction, but taking him home anyway. TSM.
Not letting the weather get in the way of your outfit. TSM.
Your phone auto-correcting “monogamy” to “monograms,” because only one of those things is relevant to your life. TSM.
I forgot to take my pill last night, but Netflix can’t get me pregnant, so I’m good. TSM.
“Three of my five drunk personalities will be an absolute mess if he is there.” TSM.
That raging jealousy you feel when your big takes a picture with another girl in your pledge class. TSM.