Keep your friends close, and your standards chair the closer. TSM.

I’m in love with the Coco…Chanel. TSM.

Never being sent to standards, because everyone is afraid of you, not because you follow the rules. TSM.

Graduating with honors and alcoholism. TSM.

Go home, Standards. I’m drunk. TSM.

The devil wears chinos. TSM.

I’m concerned. My responsibilities are starting to interfere with my drinking. TSM.

Getting booty called by the president of the fraternity you’re “banned” at. TSM.

Standards:”Thanks for coming tonight.”
Me:”Yes, well thanks for inviting me.” TSTC.

“I remember not remembering that.” TSM.