All of your Facebook ads being sorority-related. TSM.

My composites would look better if I could tilt. TSM.

Threatening to make your little an orphan when she volunteers to be a sober sister. TSM.

The mission to steal your bra back off the ceiling fan when you go to a frat party. TSM.

Viewing dry week more like a suggestion than a rule. TSM.

“The longest relationship I’ve been in is with this bottle of wine.” TSM.

Getting a separate monogrammed necklace to match the name on your fake ID. TSM.

I may have permanent bitch face, but at least it’s pretty. TSM.

Fraternity bathrooms being your preferred location for emergency girl talk. TSM.

Accepting compliments for outfits comprised entirely from your sisters’ wardrobes. TSM.