Knowing it’s a bad idea to text him, but continuing to ask your friends about it until you find someone who says yes. TSM.

Referring to any non-alcoholic beverage as a chaser. TSM.

“Can you see my hangover through these sunglasses?” TSM.

Having a love/hate relationship with the people who were sober enough to remember what you did last night. TSM.

Being far too hungover to go to class, but managing to make it to banner painting at the same time. TSM.

When he stays at your place, but you still get a shack shirt. TSM.

“Are you dressing cute, or no?” TSM.

Wearing both last nights outfit and dignity to your 8AM. TSM.

Fear no bitch. Trust no player. TSM.

If by homework you mean his formal cooler, then yes, I’ve started it. TSM.