Legend in the eyes of your sisters, liability in the eyes of standards. TSM.

Having a signature “drunk face” in all of your pictures. TSM.

My favorite drink is the kind boys buy for me. TSM.

Thinking more about your future little than your future husband. TSM.

I only drink to forget my drunken mistakes. TSM.

Making him talk to God more than his priest ever did. TSM.

Using your little as an excuse to party like freshman. TSM.