Your parents being categorically unable to tell your sisters apart. TSTC.

I make shit show look good. TSM.

People being able to figure out which sorority you’re in because “you have a look about you.” TSM.

Being able to borrow a fake from anyone in your family, because your whole lineage looks alike. TSM.

“Why were we that drunk on a Monday?” TSM.

*Sneaks flask into bar via Marc Jacobs clutch.* TSM.

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