I’m not a slampiece, I’m a take-home-to-meet-the-fam-piece. TSM.
I’m not a slampiece, I’m a take-home-to-meet-the-fam-piece. TSM.
The only boys that can get below my Mason-Dixon Line are those who have pledged under it. TSM.
I don’t dye my hair or starve myself to stay thin. I don’ t look down upon lower tier sororities. I’m not getting my MRS degree but an MBA instead. I can make a fantastic sandwich, award winning cupcakes and unbutton an Oxford and khakis with one hand. TSM.
Never had my belly button pierced. TSM.
Okay geed, you may think I “bought” my friends but at least I don’t have to take photos of myself in the bathroom just so there’s pictures of me on Facebook. TSM.
Being a Jackie, not a Marilyn. TSM.
Dear standards,
sorry for partying. TSM.
I don’t play hard to get. I am hard to get. TSM.
A proper lady never spits. Anything. TSM.
On gamedays, I shotgun Nattys in $300 Lilly dresses and my grandmother’s pearls. TSM.