Fuck shit up with my pinky up. It’s classy. TSM.

“It’s not me, it’s you.” TSM.

Deleting posts from ugly people off my wall. Guilty by association? I think not. TSM.

Time to start shopping for game day dresses, again. TSM.

I like my money where I can see it, hanging in my closet. TSM.

My mother and I gossiped about my GDI cousins poolside after Easter dinner. TSM.

My Frat Daddy likes baseball, so I do too. Touchdown! TSM.

I heard Jesus drank wine, I’m sure we’d get along just fine. TSM.

We don’t have to like each other but it’s sure fun to pretend. TSM.