“Do we know him?” TSM.
“Do we know him?” TSM.
Unintentionally matching outfits with your big. TSM.
Drunk texting with the Greek keyboard. TSM.
T-shirt or it didn’t happen. TSM.
“He looks better in person.” TSM.
Sisterhood of the traveling ID. TSM.
Have you seen me though? TSM.
“I’m not a bitch, I’m THE bitch.” TSM.
Saturday night personality with a Sunday morning heart. TSM.
Whatever, I’m prettier than her. TSM.