We do not waste alcohol. TSM.

“Like ring by spring serious, or just formal serious?” TSM.

Being the senior that they both fear and aspire to be. TSM.

No time for fuckboys. Plenty of time to fuck boys. TSTC.

Getting the entire bar to sing “Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue” to your boyfriend when he gets home from Afghanistan. TSM.

Sewing your boyfriend’s pants button back on after you aggressively rip it off. 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.

Dressing like you’re in a sorority. Drinking like you’re in a fraternity. TSM.

“It ain’t my fault when I walk and jaws drop.” -Miranda Lambert. TSM.