Pre-planning your hookups for the next three weekends. TSM.

He passive-aggressively liked my Facebook photo so I aggressive-aggressively bitched him out. TSM.

“Here, creep his Instagram.” TSM.

I smell like social smoking and vodka. TSTC.

Good girls have standards. Bad girls go to standards. TSM.

Re-watching your snap story right before you delete the evidence. TSM.

I shaved my legs for this. It better be worth it. TSM.

Dress to the nines. Sparkle like a ten. TSM.

Give me a first name and a Tinder profile and I can find anybody. TSM.