Who woulda thought that a spoiler on '93 Ford Tempo would steal the show?

My buddies and I brainstormed for months to come up with an original party idea. Finally, we settled on throwing a Canadian Party. An exclusively Canadian bands play list, kegs of Molson and Labatt's, Canadian flags, everyone dressed up in as much denim or flannel as possible (extra points awarded for Canadian tuxedos), and pictures of famous Canadians adorning the walls.

The day arrives, and we spent all day preparing. The play list was poured over for weeks, the endless search for the perfect flannel hat with flaps, banners made pro-Canadian slogans. It was amazing how well everything came together for this party. Unfortunately though, no beer distributors in our area kept kegs of Molson or Labatt's in stock, so I think we had kegs of Keystone and High Life.

So the guests started arriving in the highest Canadian fashions. One group of guys came with fishing poles, tank tops on which they spray-painted maple leafs with back-stories of snow-mobiling adventures in the Yukon. It also seemed that about half the people tried to learn the Canadian National Anthem, because everytime the song came on everyone converged in the main party area and started singing (probably would have brought a tear to some Canadian.)

Everything was going wonderfully. Flip-cup tournaments, beer pong, dancing to the finest music produced from Canadian performers, and flannel galore.

Around 2am, we hit a snag. A guy jumps up on the couch, demanding that the music is shut off and everyone listens to him. Eventually the music gets paused, and the partiers all turn their attention to this angry dude, throwing a temper-tantrum by jumping up and down on the couch and screaming.

"Who stole the spoiler off my Ford Tempo?!" he yells.

A confused mindset comes over the scores of party-people. First off, who the hell is this guy? Second, why would he even put a spoiler on a '93 POS Ford Tempo? And why would anyone steal said spoiler?

It didn't really matter though, because a moment later everyone is laughing and mocking him as the tunes are again blasting. No one heard from the guy again, and the party was a success.