Ah, the early 00's, the after-after-party that nobody asked for and everyone wondered why they even stayed until Terry threw his grandmother's antique rocking chair into the above ground pool everyone had been using as a trashcan the whole night.
Every morning I wake up, I pray to Faxton God and hope one day he'll live, it's too bad he overdosed during the production of this Diary for the the hip channel MTV
You're not allowed to subvert history by slapping some xans in the timeline this will break the tiny threads that hold the world together. I perfer American Pie 3: The American Pie Wedding.