When we were new members, the actives didn’t haze us. They spoiled us! TSM.

Year-round tan, five year plan. TSM.

Knowing that when we say, “Bless her heart,” it really means, “Oh, that bitch.” TSM.

Hell hath no fury like a sorority girl scorned. TSM.

Maybe if Taylor Swift went to college she could’ve found herself a respectable fratdaddy instead of getting her heart broken by all of those GDIs. TSM.

Boys are like PNMs: They think they pick us, but we pick them. TSM.

Voted nicest sorority on campus just because we know how to whisper properly. TSM.

If you like Southern gentlemen, raise your glasses. If you don’t, raise your standards. TSM.

“I don’t care what’s going on in your personal life. Recruitment is more important.” TSM.

Keeping my phone on loud all night in case my little needs me. TSM.