My life would be complete if Victoria’s Secret Pink made a sorority collection. TSM.

My mom passed away before I went to college so I never knew I was a legacy…and I ended up in her sorority anyway. TSM.

“Boo, you whore” is an acceptable response to anything. TSM.

That empty feeling when you’ve reached the end of the new TSMs. TSM.

Is it wrong that I get really mad when geeds share TSMs on Facebook? TSM.

That slight panic when a restaurant only serves Pepsi. TSM.

Open books, not legs. Blow minds, not guys. TSM.

Far too many of my stories begin with “so apparently I…” TSM.