Stalking your little back to the day she joined Facebook. TSTC.

Having to start every party story with “I don’t actually remember any of this, but apparently…” TSM.

Pregaming the alcohol awareness seminar. TSM.

Sitting pretty in suntan city. TSM.

Knowing it’s getting serious when you’re upgraded from shacker shirt to shacker sweatshirt. TSM.

I totally want the (Ph)D. TSM.

Sorry, I’m late. I was procraftinating. TSM.

Conditional Panhellenic love. TSM.

Actually being the best friends sitting next to each other in jail. TSTC.

Being able to tie his bow tie almost as fast as you can untie it. TSM.