Man, i miss old 90's sitcoms. they always went Disney World. this taught me that all good things in my life will occur at that most magical of places; while inspirational renditions of Eye of The Tiger swell and fireworks light the sky, my life could be forever changed by the magic of that huge golf ball and over grown rodent. 

                                     [look at that shit. they promised me magic, those bastards!]

hey, guess what you guys. you know what happened when i went to Disney? I lost my favorite hat. MY FISH HAT YOU GUYS! i loved that damn fish hat. i lost it on that freaking train ride. that hat meant the world to me. THE WORLD you guys. and then i went back a few years later and tried to look for it. i know that was stupid of me, but I BELIEVED that i could find that hat again. i didn't, of course, but Disney had made me believe that it was a magical place where dreams come true and people are united with the ones they love no matter what. You let me down and broke my heart, Disney. I'll never see that hat again. ever...

>Mar