"We're lucky Republicans haven't tried to level the playing field by taking advantage of democrat lax voter ID laws by illegally registering to vote."
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 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.
"Hey, its Justin, Ryan told me to text you, he said you were cool, we should hang" He was probably just drunk texting me, but I figured I better save his number in case I get more drunken texts or calls from him.
I didn't reply to his text message. Why would Ryan make him text me. He probably figured I needed more friends and more social skills, considering I was only friends with him, maybe he was getting tired of being my friend...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑