Waking up to the sweet sound of Trap Queen on frat row. TSM.

That’s her little, but I think we all know who holds the paddle in that relationship. TSM.

“Oh, I only drink vodka and wine.”
“Really? I drink anything and everything” TSM.

“His bed is just more comfortable than mine!” TSM.

Can I put “highly skilled at taking care of drunk girls” on my resume? TSM.

Lipstick stained Burnett’s bottles. TSM.

He’s my ex-whatever-he-was. TSM.

The seamless transition from recruitment season to little hunting season. TSM.

Hi. We’ve met seven times, but I’ve never seen you sober. TSM.

Looking up your potential little’s horoscope to see how compatible you are via the universe. TSM.