If you’re a slut, I’m a slut. TSTC.

Your former risk manager wishing your current risk manager good luck the night you become a g-big. TSM.

Having the perfect ratio of brunettes to blondes in your chapter. TSM.

Making it to the 8am tailgate, but not your 8am class. TSM.

“Do I have to wear a bra?” TSM.

“She’s like a less hot, GDI version of me.” TSM.

Finding any excuse to add glitter. TSM.

My sorority is bae. TSM.