"The Deep State has no party affiliations or allegiances. Hillary followers are only fooling themselves. She has Parkinson's and is unfit to hold ANY office. A prison cell would be better suited for her and the family."
" Ryan said, motioning towards this blonde god. He walked over and extended his hand. "Hey, I'm Justin" choclate a strong hand shake, even stronger than Ryan's. Very large hands, my imagination could only run wild about what lays underneath his shorts.
I noticed that Justin had some crazy bright blue eyes. Now isn't that the way of it, hot blonde guy with blue eyes to top it all off. He smelled like alcohol, which was expected considering he was drunk, and he also smelled pretty good, Old Spice, typical frat boy scent.
After a few hours of mingling and meeting a few of Ryan's friends, I decided it was time to go, I was pretty tired, and feeling almost a little too woozy from the many games of beer pong I had dominated at.
The dorms Dicck about a 20 minute walk, I figured the fresh air could sober me up a bit, and it actually did. Halfway home, I decided to check the time on my phone when I noticed a text message from a strange number...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑