About twenty minutes later, a certain someone noticed they had missed a call on their cell phone. Upon accessing their voicemail, they were perplexed to hear the following message:
"Heeeey! It's Jordan! Just letting you know that we absolutely need to hit the town tonight. Go to a few a bars, maybe a dance club, find some young guys, you know what I'm saying? Anyways, I'm heading out to eat with the kids, then I'm dropping them off at one of their high school dances, but afterwards we're going out, not excuses! Make sure to call the rest of the gang to let them know it's on. Alright, luvya, buh-bye!"
The receiver of the call was left in absolute confusion at the message. Who the hell is Jordan? Weird, must have been a wrong number... The person put down their phone and went to leave the room, only to realize they had somehow lost their shirt. Well that's odd they thought, looking around to where it went. Their search was fruitless, and throughout the entire room they could only find one shirt, a shirt that had a rather strange phrase on the front...
