The meanest text you can send is a simple “Haha, do you remember what we talked about last night?” No, I don’t remember, and I certainly don’t want to be reminded. TSM.

It’s not resting bitch face. It’s a bonafide dirty look. TSM.

“If you don’t want to date me that’s fine, but you’re wrong and I hate you.”- Workaholics. TSM.

Giving a fake laugh and a “what the hell are you doing” face when a sister tells an embarrassing story about you in front of a cute boy. TSM.

Hooking up with the t-shirt chair of a fraternity because, well, he’s the t-shirt chair. Duh. TSM.

Living in constant fear of grab a date. TSM.

Having a your ex-boyfriend’s pledge pick you up from your new boyfriend’s fraternity house. TSM.