How Ryan Oake and his mom made my life. (Even though I really, really hate Napoleon Dynamite.)

Ryan Oake was late for math class today.
He strode in fifteen minutes late, wearing a broad smirk and a shirt that said...
(Wait for it.)
... YOUR MOM GOES TO COLLEGE!
M. Saab, of course, didn't really know why we were all sniggering. He accepted the note that Ryan gave him, unfolded it, blinked in confusion. Then read out loud, slowly and in a thick Lebanese accent:
"Please excuse Ryan for being late... because he drove his mom to college."
And that was how Ryan Oake and his mom made my life.