That one room in the house that somehow smells like hazing. TFM.
Successfully avoiding classes before 10:00am for all five years of college. TFM.
Putting your chapter’s flag at half-mast when an alumnus gets married. TFM.
Loudly calling “dibs” on a pledge’s date, in front of him…and her. TFM.
Letting yourself go now that spring break is over. TFM.
Girl on the left has ass for days.
Get it, Gramps.
Honestly, I would have stared.