“You’re tacky and I hate you.” TSM.
“You’re tacky and I hate you.” TSM.
Whatevs, we’re still prettier. TSM.
The one-handed egg crack. TSM.
Our drinks are strong but our values are stronger. TSM.
Daddy and I have a strict don’t ask don’t tell policy. He doesn’t ask me what I spent his money on, I don’t tell him how much I spent. TSM.
Hungry? Grab a Diet Coke. Thirsty? Grab a shot glass. TSM.
Spotting all the geeds by seeing panty lines with leggings. Nice try. TSM.
The understanding yet sympathetic inquiry, “Oh, group project?” from sisters when they see you in the library with GDIs. TSM.
Being disgusted by all the freshmen GDIs with feathers in their hair. TSM.
The only person I’m willing to have a long distance relationship with is my Big. TSM.