This is PERFECT weather for a walk of shame. TSM.
This is PERFECT weather for a walk of shame. TSM.
The worst thing I was called in high school was “perfect.” TSM.
Bringing your little breakfast and Advil in the morning. TSM.
I don’t like him. I like his fraternity. TSM.
Pregaming spring break by fake tanning. TSM.
Taking full advantage of the fact that risk management will not be attending your spring break trip. TSM.
The inverse relationship between the temperature outside and your grades. TSM.
“Can you please hold my Starbucks while I park my Range Rover?” TSM.
Being the rebel of your family tree. TSM.
“Oh my God, he liked my status! Does he know my ring size?” TSM.