Too many paddles. Not enough wall space. TSM.

Every side is my good side. TSM.

Recruiting younger girls to be your prodigies once you graduate. TSM.

Even when we’re not having fun, we’re still having more fun than you. TSM.

“Though we adore men individually, we agree that as a group they’re rather stupid.” TSM.

Resting Bitch Face. TSM.

It’s not the hands you shake. It’s the orgasms you fake. TSM.

“I’m over it,” either meaning “I’m not even a little bit over it” or “You’re dead to me” with no in between. TSM.