Having a different boyfriend in every fraternity. TSTC.

On Wednesdays, we wear shack shirts and hangovers. TSM.

The meanest text you can send is a simple “Haha, do you remember what we talked about last night?” No, I don’t remember, and I certainly don’t want to be reminded. TSM.

People being able to figure out which sorority you’re in because “you have a look about you.” TSM.