Go home, Standards. I’m drunk. TSM.
Go home, Standards. I’m drunk. TSM.
I’m concerned. My responsibilities are starting to interfere with my drinking. TSM.
Saturday night being both the reason you can’t and the reason you must go to church on Sunday. TSM.
It’s not a senior event if no one’s drunk. TSM.
“Apparently, he’s afraid of you.” TSM.
Pregaming a first date. TSM.
I like my lips red, my wine white and my skies blue. TSM.
Sisters never let sisters’ selfies go unliked. TSM.