“Feel my legs. I just shaved.” TSM.
“Feel my legs. I just shaved.” TSM.
You were my cup of tea, but I drink champagne now. TSM.
Go Greek or go home. TSM.
Finals are just tests, grades are just letters, GPAs are just numbers, and diplomas are just paper, but a rich husband? That’s real. TSM.
When will my bank account show who I am inside? TSM.
I’d rather be full of wine than full of shit. TSM.
Sending a bag full of glitter to a girl you hate, because it isn’t allowed in the house. And, well, because she’s satan’s mistress. TSTC.