“How did you guys meet?”
“Alcohol and the Greek System.” TSM.

Fraternity girlfriends being a sorority of its own. TSM.

Covering last night’s fading bar stamp with tonight’s fresh one. TSM.

Making your boyfriend sand his own cooler. TSM.

Knowing it’s a bad idea to text him, but continuing to ask your friends about it until you find someone who says yes. TSM.

Referring to any non-alcoholic beverage as a chaser. TSM.

Fear no bitch. Trust no player. TSM.

Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because he was tall and in a good fraternity, and he’ll probably text you again at 2:34am this Saturday. TSM.

I hope the earring I lost in his bed punctures him in his sleep. TSTC.