As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the frat house, I will fear no standards, for my vodka and whiskey they comfort me. TSM.
As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the frat house, I will fear no standards, for my vodka and whiskey they comfort me. TSM.
Spring break plans? Get hella turnt and somewhat burnt. TSM.
Remembering the night by what you wore, not what you did. TSM.
Sometimes, I wonder how all those drunk girls I’ve bonded with in bathrooms are doing. TSM.
“Is vodka a carb?” TSM.