The grueling process of editing alcohol out of photos. TSM.

“Do you remember ANYTHING from last night?” TSM.

Ignoring his calls until he admits that you were right and he was wrong. TSTC.

Feeling half appalled and half delighted when you find out your fraternity nickname is “Big Tits.” TSM.

Birth control and iced coffee: the real breakfast of champions. TSM.

Hiding a bottle in your date’s suit jacket, while pretending to have your arm around him. TSM.

Koozies are the only reason I “don’t have pictures with alcohol.” TSM.

Don’t remember taking the picture, but I still look damn good. TSM.

Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by the standards board. TSM.

Being more excited to go to the craft store than the mall. TSM.