Running out of red, white, and blue paint the quickest. TSM.
Running out of red, white, and blue paint the quickest. TSM.
Writing “dropped” on the family tree the way Grandma writes “deceased.” TSM.
Red lips. Black dress. TSM.
Spending finals week “studying” at the bars. TSM.
All you need is love…and vodka. TSM.
“I have a name, you know.”
“I’m sure you do.” TSM.
Is it weird that I still retweet TSM even though I graduated? TSTC.
Little’s first shack shirt. TSM.
Spoiling the little you haven’t met yet. TSM.
By “studying,” I mean visiting the magic cabinet of old tests and course work. TSM.