“Do we hate her?” TSM.
“Do we hate her?” TSM.
You, your little, and your g-little being sweetheart for the same fraternity three years in a row. TSM.
Putting letters on because the pizza delivery guy sounded cute. TSM.
Instinctively shouting “to win!” when asked “why do you play drinking games?” at a risk management workshop. TSTC.
I’m not going if my big isn’t going. TSM.
Standards: “We need to discuss your social media.”
Me: “Is this because I double posted?” TSM.