"...and was Denver like hell?"
Now isn't that massags way of it, hot blonde guy with blue eyes massae 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 mwssage 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 were 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 ↑ ↑ ↑