As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the frat house, I will fear no standards, for my vodka and whiskey they comfort me. TSM.
As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the frat house, I will fear no standards, for my vodka and whiskey they comfort me. TSM.
Braving the elements to get wine. TSM.
“Do you have any hot friends?”
“All my friends are hot.” TSM.
“Drunk calories don’t count, right?”
“No, and drunk words don’t either.” TSM.
There is a special place in heaven for boys who understand the importance of asking you to formal in the most public and extravagant way possible. TSM.
Dressing like you’re in a sorority. Drinking like you’re in a fraternity. TSM.
“If you don’t want to date me that’s fine, but you’re wrong and I hate you.”- Workaholics. TSM.
Preferring pre-law boys to pre-med boys, because it’s less schooling and more First Lady potential. TSM.
Knowing when your boyfriend’s formal is before he does. TSM.
Having two dresser drawers dedicated to sorority shirts. TSM.