I’m so classy I have dads ask me to go out with their sons. TSM.
I’m so classy I have dads ask me to go out with their sons. TSM.
Today, I read my diary from elementary school. Guess who had a huge crush on George W Bush? TSM.
Using the white boards in the library to teach my grand little our family tree while a gdi waits to use it. TSM.
Adopting an underprivileged teenager and having him become an NFL star. TSM.
It’s never too cold for Nike running shorts. TSM.
My sorority dressed up as 101 dalmatians on Halloween weekend. Sorry you don’t have 100 friends, GDI. TSM.
We call the family dog “The Little Democrat.” When people ask why, we tell them he’s lazy and is always begging for a handout. TSM.
Having Daddy’s money, Mom’s good looks, Granddaddy’s last name, and Grandmommy’s pearls. TSM.
On gamedays, I shotgun Nattys in $300 Lilly dresses and my grandmother’s pearls. TSM.
Paying for my friends? Like a bunch of hot girls need to pay people to be friends with them. TSM.