It’s not personal. It’s recruitment. TSM.

We’re just wine drunk. It’s not really drunk. TSM.

“What’s his major? And can I be a housewife if I keep him around?” TSM.

Becoming the seniors you were once afraid of. TSM.

Upgrading to a shack sweatshirt for fall. TSM.

Define “formal” for chapter. TSM.

That’s her little, but I think we all know who holds the paddle in that relationship. TSM.

I’m reaaaallly sorry, but could you take one more? TSM.

“Oh, I only drink vodka and wine.”
“Really? I drink anything and everything” TSM.

Stealing the cooler back. TSM.