“You sound just like your big.” TSM.

I’ll make the Jell-O shots. I took AP Chem in high school. TSM.

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

Define “formal” for chapter. TSM.

It needs to be a paddle. I can’t haze with a plaque. TSM.

Waking up to the sweet sound of Trap Queen on frat row. TSM.

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

Can I put “highly skilled at taking care of drunk girls” on my resume? TSM.