Thoughts Of Your Future Dictator

My cousin is a pro spectator at Georgia Southern, watching all the drunks stumble. I ran into first drunk guy I’ve ever had a conversation with. He walks into the bathroom and just starts rambling on about crap, washes his hands and starts complaining about his roommates spilling pizza in his face, then he walks out. I turn to the guy next to me, laughing, and say “He’s either wasted or high.” He’s like, “yeah” laughing about it. The dude walks back in and says, “I heard that. I don’t do that stuff, I’m just wasted. Wiskey is good.” Drunks make me laugh. I’ve yet to meet an angry drunk, luckily. But when they’re that smashed, they’re probably too out of it to do much. I apparently missed the spectacle of the drunks from the parties this weekend, along with all the other instaters that went home for the weekend.