Always matching your bra and underwear, because you never know what’s going to happen. TSM.

Your philanthropy chair bribing you to go to events with vodka. TSM.

The only reason I’ll ever send someone to standards is if they wear pajama pants in public. TSM.

“Oh my God, you look EXACTLY like your big.” TSM.

Beer bonging wine. TSM.

He’s not that cute, but his fraternity brings him up, like, two points. TSM.

Most likely to live in the Barbie mansion. TSM.