Every side is my good side. TSM.

Designing your favorite fraternity’s rush shirt, because you know you’ll end up walking home in one eventually. TSM.

Your ex’s roommate telling you he “misses seeing you around the apartment.” TSM.

Pitying the poor pledge who doesn’t know you’re also hooking up with his pledge trainer. TSM.

Never lifting a finger, but carrying two Starbucks and a half gallon of vodka up four flights of stairs with ease. TSM.