Screaming, “PAN LOVE” every time you meet a girl from a different chapter out at a bar. TSM.

“She’s something else.” TSM.

Sun’s out, bums out. TSM.

Running out of red, white, and blue paint the quickest. TSM.

Wishing Starbucks delivered. TSM.

Making his mom fall for you even faster than he did. TSM.

Red lips. Black dress. TSM.

Spending finals week “studying” at the bars. TSM.

All you need is love…and vodka. TSM.

Is it weird that I still retweet TSM even though I graduated? TSTC.