You, your little, and your g-little being sweetheart for the same fraternity three years in a row. TSM.
You, your little, and your g-little being sweetheart for the same fraternity three years in a row. TSM.
I’ve got the body of a 19-year-old and the ID of a 26-year-old. TSM.
Putting letters on because the pizza delivery guy sounded cute. TSM.
Liking your little’s new profile pic before you even see what it looks like. TSM.
Standards: “We need to discuss your social media.”
Me: “Is this because I double posted?” TSM.
My planner gives the illusion that I actually have my shit together. TSM.
Telling people your pledge class instead of your graduating class when they ask what year you are. TSM.
Double fisting booze at night, then double fisting Starbucks and water in the morning. TSM.
A few unexplained bruises after a night out is a sign of a good time. TSM.
Having a fraternity build an elevated surface just for you. TSM.