Saturday night, after attending a bevy of bad parties, I got in a Continental Car Service Towncar to go home. I noticed the driver was eating a McDonald's Sundae with a straw. I said, 'Dude are you eating a ice cream with a straw?' To which he replied, 'Yeah they forgot to give me a spoon!' I said, 'Oh shit, I could totally hit up the drive thru right now. Let's go and I'll get you a spoon too!' He said, 'OKAY!' As I munched on fries and Dr. Pepper, I wondered, 'Could this terrible night end on a higher note? The wind is blowing through my hair, I'm in beautiful Brooklyn and I'm j-j-j-jaaaming on Delicious.'
Then I got home to find the entire My So-Called Life box set in my mail box.
God exists.
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