Being more prepared for spring break than you are for midterms. TSM.

Beating the guys at their own game — whether it’s beer pong or matters of the heart — every single time. TSM.

As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the frat house, I will fear no standards, for my vodka and whiskey they comfort me. TSM.

Braving the elements to get wine. TSM.

“Do you have any hot friends?”
“All my friends are hot.” TSM.