It needs to be a paddle. I can’t haze with a plaque. TSM.

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

Drinking the awkward away. TSM.

The wedding of your sorority sister and her fraternity sweetheart feeling more like a social between the two houses. TSM.

Your shopping list for the day consisting of glitter, stickers, and birth control. TSM.

“Yep, I’m drunk right now.” TSM.

I heard a frat pledge talk shit about an active, so I told their pledge master. TSM.

Smoked a bowl while watching America’s Next Top Model, not munching. TSM.

Someone asked me if I wanted their old ID as my fake. I said, “I don’t need a fake, I would have to pay for my own alcohol.” TSM.